Good Ol' Fever Days

From: Stiiv Ryme-Lynch (BlackDemon_A666@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Liverpool, England 
Source: Form Submission

I was just 5 years old when this happened, but I know it's true, because it still happens. I got a fever, the type where you're uncomfortable no matter what,when Greggy got sick and tired of my whining, so she left. I stayed there for hours talking by/to myself (as I often do when I'm lonely)when something started answering back. "Who's there?" I whispered. But instead of an answer, I felt someone's hand stroke my lap and then press their lips against mine. No-one belived me. They all said I was imagining things.

I'm not afraid anymore. San. That's his(new)name. He helps me. He made the little man dissapper. The little man would haunt me until just recently. I asked San why he protected me, he dissapeared. Not so long ago, I got an e-mail saying "But I've always looked after you sweety, since you where in your Mum's womb. Why stop now? Besides, I've been waiting for you, for so long!". Nobody else knew, until now.I think to myself, 'Why din't I save my e-mail?'Then again I din't know I was gonna write it here. I just discarded it.

I just wanted to say thank you to my San. If anybody out there can help me, please contact me. BlackDemon_A666@hotmail.com