A week after my best friend Jason died I began to see things. It started the day I visited Jason's house in Lancaster SC to spend time with his mother and step father, in which I consider my own family.
I was walking by Jason's room and I could have sworn I saw something move. In thinking it was just Jason's mother I kept on walking, until I heard something fall. I turned and walked into his room and saw a shadow, I guess you could call it that. At the time I didn't believe in ghost, but the shadow had the out line of a boy, the hair was just like Jason's. Normally you hear that in the presents of a ghost, the room becomes very cold, but I didn't notice anything of that sort. After a split second the shadow was gone. I didn't tell anyone, in fear of my friends thinking I was crazy.
A few nights later I had a dream of Jason. I was at my school, but it was only me, my friends Ryan, Corey, and Alex (who was Jason's girlfriend). Jason walked in through the front door and walked down the hall in front of our lunch room. The weird thing was that my friends and I didn't think anything weird of our dead friend walking into school that day. There was a set of stairs sitting against the wall, and Jason walked up the stairs. I went to follow him but he walked into the wall, as if there was a door there, but there wasn't.
In this dream I saw everyone talking, but couldn't hear what they were saying. I saw Corey pointing behind me and as I turned back to face the wall Jason was standing there looking at me. He took my hand and then the only thing I could hear was Jason say "It's not over." I woke up in a cold sweat and tears rolling down my face. Jason past away 3 months and 18 days ago, yet I still feel his presence every once in a while.