He Still Lives Here

About four years ago, we moved into a double-wide trailer that was built on the land that an old man died of cancer on. Occasionally I would see glimpses of what looked like a cat walking by my feet, or someone walking out of the corner of my eye. Well one day, I had gotten up early in the morning, about 6 a.m. Said goodbye to my mother as she left for work. I went into her room to pet the cat we had just gotten and I happened to look up at the headboard of her bed. It just happened to have a mirror on it. I just caught a glimpse, just half of a body, walking by my mom's bedroom door. It was a grown man, waring a plaid shirt and suspenders. When I looked out in the living room, there was no one out there.

The old man is not the only one who is still here. My mom has seen a little boy peeking out of her room, leaning around the door frame. I have seen the same boy walking behind the couch, coming from the spare room. My sister has told me that as she was going to sleep one night, she heard a man call out her name. My sister and I have both seen a cat walking the house, way before we got a living cat. It has walked out from under the dining room table and darted out of my bedroom into the living room.

They don't bother us. We don't bother them. But they haven't showed up recently