It was May 1999 and my friend Danielle and I had gone to
the club that night. I returned home around 1 am. I was
alone at the time, my kids were with their grandparents
and I was not married.
I lived on the 2nd floor of my apartment building and I left my window in the living room
open. The screen had a double lock and I had nothing to
worry about.
It was pretty humid outside, so the early morning breeze was refreshing. I did not have anything to
drink at the club, so I knew I was not under the influence. Anyway, Danielle came back and yelled my
name "Annji" (pronounced, Angie) from the car for me to
come back to the club with her. I agreed, she wanted to
meet a guy and did not want to go alone.
When I came back home for the second time, I undressed and lay on my couch.
I was watching Devil's Advocate and falling asleep. My couch is positioned so I could see down the hallway. It
was completely dark in the house with the exception of my TV. I heard someone call my name, but this time it
was "Angela". I yelled "what?!" and said "why are you calling
me Angela?!" I sat up, I thought it was Danielle coming back
and I looked down my hallway. I saw this man leaning
against my wall. He was extremely tall, and completely
black, but I could see his outline or shape. His feet were
crossed at the bottom and his arms were in a folded
position. His face was black and I could recognize a
smile or grin. I was in shock and I wiped my eyes again.
Well I ran out of that house in my undies and stayed away
for 3 days. I went to church and asked my pastor to bless
my house. The ghost did not do anything frightening, but just
seeing him was enough. I never told my children or any
family members.
Almost a year to the day later (May 2000) my oldest
daughter was home and watching "Hey Arnold" on
Nickelodeon. My new husband worked the 2nd shift and it
was time for me to pick him up from work. I asked my
daughter did she want to go and she said no. I asked my
next door neighbor and my downstairs neighbor to watch her
for me.
When I got to my husbands job he was laying on the
ground outside. He was suffering from heat stroke (he
works in a factory that was well known for hot
temperatures). I went back home to get my daughter, so we
could go to the E.R. She was downstairs and shaking. She
told me that she was in the living room and she heard
someone calling her name. They said, "Raven" and she
answered. She thought it was the next door neighbor,
because that same window was opened, and the front door
was open, but the screen door was locked. When she looked
up, she saw a black figure leaning against the wall. He
was extremely tall, and completely black, but she could
see his outline or shape. His feet were crossed at the
bottom and his arms were in a folded position. His face
was black and she could recognize a smile or grin. Those
words sent a chill down my spine. It was exactly what I
had seen a year earlier.
We moved that May and I guess the
ghost loved us because he followed.
My 10 year old daughter saw the same man leaning against
my wall by my bedroom door. It was May 2001. She ran so
hard, and again I was scared, because I never told my
children and my oldest never told her siblings, because
she thought it was too scary for them. It is now August
2004 and I saw him again July 2004. I was lying on the
couch around 3 am and for some reason I could not sleep.
My foster son was lying on the floor and we were watching
a movie; Friday the 13th. But this had nothing to do with
the story, we love Jason. I could see my bedroom door
from the way the couch was positioned and the door was
closed. I saw this tall, dark man with no face walk out of
my bedroom, and go through the front door, but the strange
thing about this was both doors were closed! And he did
not make a sound. I lay there with fright and after 5-10
mins I called out to my foster son. He had fallen asleep
with his head propped up with his hands and his head had
fallen back and it seemed to happen in slow motion. I made
myself get up and went into the bedroom, I asked my
husband had he gotten up and he said, how could I, I was
asleep. He did not say my name this time.
That was the last time I saw my friend, for now. I do not know what to
think, he couldn't be a relative, no one has died in my
immediate family. My grandfather died in 1985, either on
my birthday or he was buried on my birthday. And that was
my first time meeting him, in the hospital and he told me
that he was afraid to die, and I told him, it was going to
be ok and that I was scared as well, but the angels would
take care of him. My uncle died 2 years ago, after I
first saw the man in black. But who he is? How does he
know our names and what does he want. Any thoughts?
Thanks!
Contact me here: annji98@yahoo.com
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