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Kristen, Maryland, USA
May 1998

In 1994, when I was 16, this boy named John moved to my town and began going to my school. He was very attractive and I developed a HUGE crush on him. One day I decided to get up enough courage and ask him out. Well, we dated for about four months and then we decided to break-up cause we both agreed we were going no where. After we broke-up, we became best friends and were always together. About a year and a half after he moved to town, my parents went on a cruise to the Caribbean and left me home alone. It was about 1:30am on Friday night. I was in the livingroom watching TV. The doorbell rang, and I became very nervous, "Who could that be, something must be wrong." I repeated over and over in my mind. I got up and opened the door and it was John. He came in. He looked very strange. He had no expression on his face, his skin was pale and white and eyes were black and sunken looking. I became very worried, I said, "John, are you okay?" He just stood there staring at me. "You look sick what's wrong?" He then smiled and tears rolled down his face. I walked over to him and hugged him. He held me really close to him for a few minutes then he whispered, "I love you so much and I always will, you know that right?" He held my hand, and it was cold and clammy. I was so worried about him. I said, "John, I love you too, do you want to go to the hospital, are you okay?" He kissed me and left. I shut and locked the door, I was very, very worried about him and was trembling in fear, but I didn't know what I was scared of. I went and lay on the couch. The next morning, I awoke about 8 a.m. to the phone ringing. It was John's sister Debbie, she was crying. She told me to come right over, John was killed last night in car accident. When I got to his house his Mother and sister had told me what happened and that he was pronounced dead on the scene at 11:50 p.m. Then I told them how John came to my house at 1:30 a.m. and what he had said. They were happy that John had finally told me how he felt. His Spirit or Ghost or whatever had come to tell me he loved me for one last time. Now I know he was my true love.

Kristen, Maryland, USA
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