My Uncle Tim

From: Jennifer (Dolphingrl98@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My house
Source: Form Submission

My mother and I lived in a brand new trailor, so there was no reason for it to be haunted. I was about 16 when this happened I am now 21. My father was the oldest of 7 children,my uncle Tim being the next to oldest,(only a year apart.)They were very close as teenagers and young adults. My father, mother and uncle always used to hang out together. As they got a little older they went their seperate ways, my mother and father got married moved to Maryland and had me, my uncle stayed in PA and partied,did drugs, drank led the wild life.I didnt get to see much of my uncle growing up so i wasnt that close to him, but i feel as though we always shared a common bond. My mother and father eventually got divorced and my mother and i moved to PA.

When i was 16 alot of my friends were dieing for some reason it was like a plague, either suicide, getting killed and whatnot. This was a very hard time for me and i tried to kill myself by overdosing. We got a phone call not long before that saying that my uncle was in the hospital because of a stroke. Well after my little OD insident i was sent to the same hospital to have my stomach pumped. While i was in there i walked down to see my uncle and he was awake but his speech was slurred and the whole left side of his body was paralized.We soon found out that it wasnt a stroke that it was a cocain overdose mixed with prescription drugs that had formed a tumor on his brain. He found out what i had done to get into the hospital and was telling me how i was so much better than that and i needed to get help and that when he got out he was gonna get help too. He told me that he loved me and did not want to see anything bad happen to me. I was the only family to go in and see him at this time.

Well the doctor and my parents decided that the best thing for me was to be put in an inpatient facility. So i went for 2 weeks and when i came home I was asleep and heard someone knocking on my front door, i got up to answer it and my uncle Tim was there, he looked at me and then turned around an d walked back down my porch steps then disappeared. I woke my mother up and told her that Tim had been there but walked away. She told me that, that was impossible because while i was away he had slipped into a coma and was still in it. The next day we got a call saying that Tim had died that night. Was it him just wanting to say goodbye or what? you decide.