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My Own Brother

Anonymous, GA, USA
October 2017

It was around 6th grade when I was about 11 or 12. My sister and I shared a bedroom, and we had both fallen asleep in the same twin-sized bed watching something on the laptop.

It was around 2:30 A.M. when I randomly woke up, which I do all the time so it was normal, and I turned to see a shadow at the foot of the bed facing my way. It was really typical looking, glowing slightly blue, but still very transparent. It was a male who looked anywhere from 19-26 years old. We just stared at each other for a while, eyes completely locked and both of us frozen, but I wasn't scared. That was until I blinked and suddenly he wasn't there anymore.

I shot up, turned on a small lamp, and sat in a chair beside my sisters bed for about 10 minutes crying. I didn't want to wake her up just to tell her that I saw a ghost since she's 3 years older than me, but I woke her up anyways.

When I woke her up, she was a little off since it was out of nowhere, but she still let me cry. I told her what happened and she told me that my mom keeps a box of my brothers stuff at the top of our closet. My mom had him about 10 years before she had me. He passed away soon after he was born.

I never told my mom because I didn't want to bring a horrible memory back. The weird thing is that I was amazed and definitely taken back from this, but I wasn't scared.

My sister and I no longer have to share a room. I still sleep in the same room, though, with my brothers stuff still at the top of my closet. That was four years ago, and it never happened again.

Anonymous, GA, USA
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