I Can't Just Live Without Him

From: Kalin (k1205@sbgobal.net)
Story type: Angel
Location: My Room
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Fri Nov  2 19:48:21 2007

My brother, John age 19, left for the war in Iraq and died from a gun shot in the neck. He died a year ago and it still upsets me but I am ok because I know I dont have to worry about him every moment of the day. My experience is normally in my room when I am alone, I like to sit at my desk and read books while having the TV on quietly in the backround.

The first event was a few months after his death while I was on my laptop doing homework, I heard someone say my name and I looked around and saw no one. At first I thought it was my TV but it was on mute, I thought it was my parents but they werent home. I felt really creeped out so I called a friend on the phone.

A month or so later I was reading alone before bed and I saw something in the corner of my eye sitting on my chair and when I looked over nothing was there, I got out of bed to use the bathroom and when I passed his old room someone was in there. I turned on the lights but it was gone. After I went to my room and I felt weird like I felt like my brother was in pain, so just to make sure he was ok I knelt down to pray. "I know I havent done this in a while..but...I feel like something is wrong...John...if you can hear me...it's going to be ok..." I went to bed and the feeling went away.

Just about 2 months ago I saw someone standing in the corner of my room by my TV and I thought it was just my eyes messing with my eyes so I turned off my lights and ignored it. But I rolled over in the middle of the night the figure was still there, it scared me so I sat up and it seemed to look just like John just like he did when I saw him right before he left for Iraq. I had a weird feeling in my heart "John?" I questioned just to see what would happen. The figure seemed to come towards me and I could see it perfectly and....it WAS John and I started crying but I didnt know if it was from happiness or sadness. That night I just sat there talking and got to answer from him other then a smile now and then. But now knowing it his him that is the figure I use to see and the voice I hear, I feel safe and happy.

Now that he is there we still mess around, he opens and closes my closet and bedroom doors and he likes to his the side of the books so they go flying all over and fall on the floor. I yell at him and tell him to pick them up and sooner or later he does. And just today he took my notebook and put it in my closet on a high shelf that I cant reach. I do talk to him when I need to or if I am bored. I dont get much of a response but thats because he used to be a quiet person. It might seem like it is weird to just start talking and joking around with a ghost. But a ghost or not he is my brother and I love him, he is my angel and he knows that. He keeps me safe when I feel scared and alone, he makes me happy when I feel lost or upset.