1 When it started...

Hey, there! I was about four years old when it started. It was so,...weird because it happened about four days before my birthday. My birthday was October 5, 2003.

I was asleep when I woke up from a nightmare staring at my hallway, and there it was. Staring at me, this strange black figure, almost like a boy. So, I said "Who are you? " innocently.

As, the figure came closer I started to black out, and I just didn't know why. But, I started to fall back to sleep, even with the urge to sleep. Something in my mind said to "Stay awake and keep watching" fading away.

Just when it disappeared the little boy that was 8 feet tall, turned into a 7 year old kid. I looked at him, surprised. It was so sudden but, he just fainted on to my lap. Not knowing what to do, I put him on my bed, and slept with him.

Ok, u may be thinking, "What r u doing?!" Right? But, I was only a 4 year old kid. Even if he was a stranger he was only around my age. What else was I supposed to do? Yell for my parents? Yeah, no I wouldn't do that, plus I couldn't think of anything but help him.

The next day, I woke up to him playing with my hair. I liked the way he touched it, was comforting. "What are you doing up early? " saying it sleepy.

He moves away stuttering "Y-you can see me?"

"Well, of course, I can see you. Why are you a ghost?" I said to him questionable.

He says in a calm but confused voice " I am a ghost and my humans aren't able to see me" rubbing my cheek softly.

I blush not knowing what this feeling is. I move away, knees to my chin in my star pajamas. With my silky brown, and black, long hair on my shoulder.

My bright blue eyes looking at his sun red eyes. His hair cut like any other boy would blue, and red hair. Sun-like eyes with dark-light brown skin.

I just loved how he looked, I was so, mesmerized by him. He was awesome, and he was kind for a ghost. We talked on and on which seemed like we've known each other for years. But, it has only been a few minutes!

We figured out that we have a lot in common and that he died from a flu at a young age. No one else was in the room but, us. It was nice to talk to someone else for once.

Because, my parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles, they don't live with me. So, I live with a babysitter that was a friend of the family. My family thought I was just a mistake so, they gave me to her. I mean that's what she said anyway.

I like my life, and to be honest, im glad to be with her. She has raised me for most of my life and, has also adopted me about 2-3 years ago. So, around when I was 1 or 2 years old.