Smoke

From: pen name- Laio (Gundamfan002@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: California 
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When I was 10 my mother told me a disturbing story that would make me sit in my bed and wonder a moment if what she told me was just a story. The story she told me was about the house we had in San Francisco CA. She told me that 2 years before I was born (we had the house for a very long time) well, she had sat in bed with my father and suddenly a fait but cold wind had swept over her. Upon this she sat up and looked in the doorway, where the wind had come from) and she saw a man. The man was tall, holding a brief case, and whirring a hat. But, the most strange thing was is that he was smoking. Well according to my mother her trend and walked into a bright light. When I first herd this story I thought it was a joke, but then I remembered that as a small girl I would always smell smoke and see the shadow of a man in a coat walking around at night. But the thing that struck me was that known in my family ever smoked or from my sense of being where’s a long trench coat.