Our first story comes submitted to us by Danielle and it is called my old friend.

Hey, Edy, Nick and Uglies.

So let me give you just a little backstory to set the scene.

My mother died when I was too. My father and I moved from our family home into my

grandmother's house because my father was now a single parent with a toddler and he needed help.

My grandmother's home was a converted funeral home.

The doors of the living room were stained glass from the floor to the ceiling.

Since it was a funeral home, there was an entrance to the basement from the outside. The entrance had both stairs and a ramp.

The ramp was used to move bodies into the basement for embalming.

When I was about four years old, I remember sitting in that living room watching cartoons

and a man came in and sat down next to me.

He was tall, had white hair, wore khaki pants, and a button down sweater over a button up collard shirt.

He told me that he wanted to be my friend and began talking to me.

He said he had been around for some time and was looking for his wife

but was not able to find her. He talked about how much he missed her. He and I

would sit for hours watching TV and just talking. I soon realize that no one else could see

him except for me as I was consistently asked, who are you talking to by my aunt and grandmother

when they heard me? My family was very religious, and when I told my aunt about him, she said that he was a familiar spirit or demon and to tell him that he had to go away.

I honestly can't remember what happened after that.

Just that over time I slowly stopped seeing him.

A few years later, when I was about 10 years old,

I was lying in bed under the covers, but had my feet out at the bottom because it was hot.

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