In 1989 before their Graduation and during spring break several of my oldest brother's senior high school pals were involved in a deadly motorcycle accident. It resulted in one friend being killed when a truck pulled out suddenly and slammed into his motorcycle throwing him from his bike. He died shortly after police arrived on the spot. The guy who was killed was a very handsome varsity football player in the high school that I was just about to enter for my freshmen year. I remember this guy, his name was "Ron" and he would come over our house to see my brother and I would briefly talk to him at the door. He was very tall and good looking. I wouldn't have minded him being my boyfriend but unfortunately he already had a girlfriend. He was about 6' 2", blond hair, blue eyes and he was always dressed so nice in his motorcycle outfits and his motorcycle was beautiful as well. He really cared about his appearance.
In school on campus he was well known for always wearing this "white 49ers (American football team) ball cap". He always wore this and he loved this one hat. At his funeral which my brother was invited to attend, his parents gave away many things that once belonged to Ron; to his friends. They gave my brother: Ron's favorite Metallica Album that he loved to listen to all the time, a picture of Ron from his Junior Year and his favorite "White 49er's ball cap". Now about a week had passed since the funeral and my brothers were in their bedroom this one evenings watching TV and hanging out like they usually did. I was in the kitchen and I was all alone at this time watching TV on my Mom's miniature television set on the kitchen table. From the kitchen table I could easily look out into the living room to my left and towards the far bedroom hallway.
The living room was dark and my Mom was taking a nap in her bedroom and Dad was at work around this time. I was enjoying my peaceful evening by myself watching something funny on TV when I heard my brother's bedroom door open and then close, I was certain it was one of my brothers. I could hear the door close and hear someone walking out from the hall into the living room and from the side I could see the figure of a tall form walking towards where I was sitting in the kitchen. Now my oldest brother stands about 5' 6 and my second oldest brother stands about 5' 11. From my left side view I thought it was my second oldest brother coming towards me, headed into the kitchen for something. I could hear the weight of the steps and see the figure approaching me at a live pace.
Because I had just seen something really funny on the TV I suddenly turned my attention to this person walking into the living room and I say; "Chris check this out?!" I was still laughing about what I had seen on TV, but as I turned to focus on who I thought was my brother, I suddenly saw a taller 3 dimensional pitch black Shadow Person. There were absolutely no distinguishing marks or face or anything on the body that would give it an identity. This person was all black, except for: high on top of this Shadow's head was a "White ball cap" resembling the "White 49er's ball cap" my brother received from Ron's parents at the funeral. The living room was dark but it wasn't that dark. And this form stopped some nine feet from me and stood there and I asked it one more time; "Chris?" But this figure was too tall to be my brother. This one stood over 6' tall around 6'2 and then it dawned on me and I said calmly; "Ron?"
Then without any interest in responding to me further this tall Shadow Figure turned and walked straight through the curtains about 4' to his left and through the patios glass sliding doors which were closed and locked. That particular portion of the sliding doors is unopenable and he never returned as I would have liked to have talked to him further, because I felt so bad for him and the accident that took his life. I felt his sadness. I should have been frightened but I wasn't because I knew it was Ron. I believe he just wanted me to know that he came to get his hat and that's all. Later I told my oldest brother and he also says he thinks Ron came to visit him earlier that day, he saw something but he didn't tell me too much detail. Ron took back something resembling the hat but strangely it wasn't the actual hat because my brother still has that 49er's ball cap somewhere to this day.