My story starts two years ago, on december 31, 2004. My uncle was in a car crash and hit a truck and died instantly. Three days before, he got in a fight with my brother and my brother said he wished he died. So three days past and my uncle died. I say about a week later, my brother woke up in a cold sweat and went downstairs to get a drink. He was about to go upstairs when he saw a cloud forming where my uncle used to sit. He told me that my uncle came down to say that he forgives him and that he is the man of the house.
I hear his cough, he used to smoke, so he had a really bad cough. I get freaked out when I hear it. One time, I was watching TV with my family and we heard the freezer shut, yet nobody was in there, so we think that he was playing with us. He plays with the time on the coffee pot. He was in the Army so he puts the time in Army time. I would love to hear him again or see him.
If anyone out there would like to comment. Thank you.
Why does he not show his face? He has been dead for three years now? Let me know.