I met my wife when she was 36. Back when she was 12 she used to see Ghosts. The first Ghost she'd ever seen was her Grandmother who'd passed way recently. She said her grams appeared in her bedroom sitting on her bed about 4 days after the funeral and Grams would tell her not to be so angry about things in life. Back then even at such a young age Keisha (my wife) had anger issues due to things i wont mention here but...she had anger issues. Her grandmother was her closest family member. Her grams is the one who really raised her. She was a latchkey kid because her moms had to work so much to support her.
I once made a topic asking you guys if you believe in ghosts. ( i make a lot of topics I know) and it was 50/50. 50 percent of you said you do believe and you've had similar experiences. Well my wife saw her dead Grams for years...often getting advice. The family had to take her to the cemetery and hold her over the headstone and say some prayers in order to get the ghost to stop visiting her.
When my wife was 24 she had her first physical experience with ghosts. She awoke and couldnt get out of bed...something was holding her body down. she then was able to see them. It was 4 dead kids..all ghosts...holding her down in the bed, not letting her get up. She tried to scream but nothing came out. SHe told me it was 3 black boys and one white girl..all pale skin and sunken eyes with rings and dents under their pupils and in their cheeks. One of the boys said to her..."Get out". And then they disappeared and she got out the bed screaming and vomiting out of horror. Her mother moved her out of that house a week later.
When I met my wife back in 2012, she had already been visited constantly by a little boy named Melvin who kept asking Keisha where was he. It seemed the little ghost boy thought he was lost..he didnt know where he was or how he got there. Keisha kept this from me for years. The boy would pop up in the bathroom the most, when Keisha would shower or do her makeup and he'd ask where he was. Keisha and this boy talked often but it never got anywhere...the kid always asked the same questions.
Keisha never told me any of this till recently. I was over her house alot...shaving, showering..doing all the things one does in a bathroom. One day keisha came in the bathroom as I was in their shaving my head and Melvin was in their next to me. melvin slammed the door shut in Kiesha's face...but to me it seem like Kiesha had closed the door. I walked out the bathroom 12 mins later...asking Keisha where was I. I didnt remember coming over to her house. I left her house and went to my car to go to work. Keisha looked out the window..and the person who opened up my car door and got in it and drove away wasnt a 37 year old man...it was a 12 year old 95lb little boy. A little boy who could barely see over the steering wheel. Keisha cried at the window that day as I drove away and hasnt mentioned this since. Every time i show up at her house or she comes to mine...its not 'me' who she sees...its Melvin...all 4 foot 8 inches of him. Ricky Smith seems 'himself' in the mirror and still has his same thoughts and mannerisms. He doesnt know that Ive inhabited his vessel and his wife cries and shakes and contemplates checking herself into a mental institution every day. He doesnt know shes dying inside...slowing drifting toward the dark abyss of madness that he'd never be able to fathom in a million years. He actually thinks hes writing this...using some kind of creative talent. He doesnt and never will know this actually all happened...its real...and Im more alive in his body than he is or ever was.
Happy Halloween...
Melvin.
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