Child by Grave

I saw a ghost “once” (actual person) when I was little. Never since. I was sleeping in the living room and a man with blue jeans and a cowboy hat (which makes no sense to me at all) walked up to me while I was laying down and asked me if I was okay. I screamed for my mother and as I was screaming he walked around the corner into the kitchen and disappeared. She went into the kitchen and then I demanded she check the laundry room (the only other room I’m that part of the house). She saw absolutely nothing and it stayed with me forever.
 
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I think that if people were to train their psyhic* eyes to see dead people it would help make dealing with death an the otherside better.