Have you ever been in a relationship, you knew was doomed before the first kiss. Well this is where my story starts, as I believe there may be a correlation between what happened back yonder and this experience... When I was 23 years old doing the pub and club gig with my four piece band, One night after a heavy session of rock & roll and one or two many jack Daniels, I met a girl who let's say had unfortunate circumstances to her own life.
After a short while of dating, she revealed a couple of inner secrets to me, which were a little stronger to swallow than the one or two many jack Daniels. She had associates in the underworld, a former stripper and ex prostitute; she also had a drug habit... But in fairness to her confession, she was trying to clean her act up and was looking for a fresh start. For that reason I persisted with the relationship, but soon after realized it was just not going to work out, I'll leave that there.
A week or two after we split, she told me she was pregnant, for our own personal reasons we decided to have an abortion. It is a tough decision, I hold a different opinion now and I most certainly don't want to paint her as the villain. It takes two to tango and you learn from your own mistakes. I'm trying to be honest in giving you the full picture; bear in mind my wife will read this story for the first time and will feel some disappointment no doubt.
One night some years ago lying in bed with the light off, I rolled over to my side, the closet door was open. Inside I could see an apparition of a young boy about 10 years old, just sitting in there, closer to the back of it. With his knees bent and his arms around them, his hair was jet black... I had no idea who he was... He looked like he was just content sitting there starring at me. I could not make a correlation at this time, to as why or for what reason he was with me?
I saw him often at least three times a week, each time it was the same scenario, just sitting in my closet starring at me, then vanishing out of my view after a short while. At this stage as I have mentioned in my other stories, I was not coping real well with my physic experiences. I was not frightened by this apparition, more in denial and not willing to embrace my ability if you can call it that, which seemed to be manifesting itself at a rate I was not accustomed to. Regrettably I had chosen to ignore what I saw, rather than trying to communicate with him, something now by the way I regret big time. One weekend while I was out of town, my mother who later told me, saw an apparition of a boy walking around in her room. He looked like he was looking for something! When I asked her what he looked like, it was pretty much the same boy as I described before, including the jet black hair.
Now about 16 years ago my wife had a miscarriage, at the time it was upsetting, especially for my wife. But later on that year she had fallen pregnant with our last child Travis, who is the boy I have mentioned shares some of these experiences. One night and this was after I'd changed my bed around, so I was no longer facing the closet. I awoke suddenly, sensing that there was someone there. I looked at the end of my bed and saw a young boy standing there, it was not the same boy I'd seen before, and this boy had light brown hair and appeared a little older perhaps 12 years old. As I looked at him, he raised his finger and was pointing toward the closet. I got out of my bed to walk toward the closet, the door started to close like it was being pulled shut from inside itself. I went back to my bed to turn the lamp on and I have to admit, it was getting a bit creepy at this point. When I turned back around and proceeded to my closet, both boys I presumed had disappeared. As I could not see or feel either boy was in the room, a moment latter.
That was the last time to this day I saw either of those boys, I can't say for sure if they were connected to me in any way and I'd thought long and hard about going into so much detail presenting other possibilities. But I'm interested in what you think; I know there is a time period of difference between the two of them... But who knows how it all works, I am sorry for some of the choices I have made in my life and to those who are offended by them, especially my wife... I am not here to big note my experiences but to better understand them and as I've said before the truth could be in the balance of your reply... One other point worth noting, my ex girlfriend had jet black hair and my wife has light brown?