My brother, who I will call James, and I have always been really close. When I was 12 (I am now
14) James passed away. I was really upset
that I couldn't even get up and go to school.
About 2 weeks after he passed, I began to see
something tall, white, large, and shaped like a
boy in my brothers room every time I would walk
past. One night I was home alone talking on
the phone to my friend "Karrie", we were talking
about life, boys, cars, clothes etc. I was on my
way to my bedroom, which is right beside my
brothers. I noticed something white on my brothers
bed. I walked into the room and I saw my
brothers face. I screamed and ran out of the
room. I told Karrie what had happened and she didn't
believe me and said that I needed sleep. We hung
up the phone and I lay down in bed. About
an hour or so later I went to the bathroom. I
looked in my brothers room and this time I saw a
large figure standing near the bed. It started
to come at me, almost like flying. I wasn't
scared and I couldn't move. When the large
figure left I heard "I'm fine, I love you, I'm
happy" in my brothers voice.
Then maybe three months
later, I was in the house with my mother. She
asked me if I had seen or heard a boy calling out
her name. I said no. She was acting funny and I
asked why?. She told me that not too long ago she
was in the house and she heard what sounded like
James' voice saying "I'm fine, I love you, I'm
happy." I told her I've heard it to and that he
was trying to tell us he is ok.
We weren't sure
how he died until the night of my dream.
My mother and I were still trying to find out what was
going on. I had a dream that he was partying with
his friends and he was drunk and he came home and
died from being poisoned. I woke up in a sweat,
it was like I could feel what had happened to him.
That morning I was laying in bed. I decided I
wanted to talk to him. So I sat up and began to
talk. I asked him what happened, who did it, and was
the white figure I saw him?. That
night about 11:30pm I came home from a friends
house and I was going to bed. I walked past my
brothers room and I saw this thing again but
this time I stopped. I walked in the room and I
could hear a low voice saying something like "I
was young and careless".
I'm not sure what that
meant but still to this day I don't understand.
I love my brother and I wished I could have him
back. Nothing else has happened since then.