I'm writing this story not to scare anyone because it's not that type of story.

It all started about a year and a half ago. My boyfriend (at the time), his name was POOH. In the Spring of '97 he was murdered. We lived very close to each other (actually around the corner). Now, believe it or not when the incident happened, I kinda sensed something was wrong.

At the end of '97, something weird started to happen. My doorbell would ring, but nobody would be there. At first, I thought it might be the kids in the building, but I never caught one. One day I was on the phone reminiscing about POOH when all of sudden my doorbell stared to ring and it wouldn't stop. So I got up to see who was playing at the door, but when I looked through the peep hole nobody was there. It scared the hell out of me. I figured that the bell might have a short circuit in it, so I took the batteries out , but the bell was still ringing, but eventually stopped.

I live with my mother, and she has seen it also. My mother is the type to get premonitions or would sense things an average person wouldn't. My mother just laughs it off and says; "that's just POOH letting you know that he ain't forgot about you." Anyway, I have eventually gotten on with my life. I have a wonderful new boyfriend. Pooh never rings the doorbell when I have company, but he always lets me know he's still there. I still let him know that I haven't forgot about him either, I keep an enlarged picture of him on my bedroom door and whenever he rings the doorbell I'll look at the picture and say: " I ain't forgot you , so stop trippin". I hope whoever reads this story enjoys it.

Submitted from: Raven Patterson, Washington DC, USA