A BRUSH WITH DEATH
I was thirteen when this happened and it is still as vivd as the day it happened. My godfather was very close to me, he always made me smile. The day came when he was scheduled for open heart surgery for the second time. This was to be done at a hospital in Toronto. During this time I was in school feeling very distant for some reason. Suddenly I got the urge to go to the girl's washroom, but why? I had no idea. Asking permission to go, I left. Whilst combing my hair in front of a full length mirror, I suddenly saw my godfather behind me. This is ridiculous, I must be dreaming. Oddly enough I was not scared. I kept staring and then realized that it was not my imagination. He really was there, wearing a black suit, standing there with his usual smile on his face. He said nothing. Then as fast as he appeared, he disappeared. I turned to look if I could see him, however there was nothing but a wall behind me. Then something came to mind. My godfather hated the color black, especially in clothes. He always said: "The only time I'll wear black is at the time of my death." That's when I realized something had happened. Going back into the class I told the teacher that I was not feeling well, "Could I go home please?" Once home, I told my mother what had happened and insisted she call the hospital. As she was about to pick up the receiver, the phone rang and it was my aunt telling us that my uncle had passed away on the operating table at 12.20. At the same time I had seen him in the mirror at school. To me this was his way of saying goodbye!

DONNA'S STORY
This story is about my girlfriend Donna who was killed suddenly in a car accident. Donna and I had grown up together and she was now the proud mother of a beautiful two year old daughter. That fateful evening, she had picked me up and we had gone for a coffee at the doughnut shop. While there she talked a lot about how we should enjoy each day, since we never know if we would be here for the next one. I found this odd because she was not one for this subject. We returned home and as I said goodnight, I remember the look in her eyes. They were so bright! She left about three hours later. I was sitting in the living room when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Thinking it was the kids, I just said:"What do you want?" There was no reply. Looking up, there was no one, however the pressure of the hand was still there. Then the thought of Donna's eyes came to mind and at that moment the hand lifted from my shoulder. A second later the phone rang. The person at the other end informed me that Donna had been killed in a car accident. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend her funeral, as my son was ill. I felt very sad about this. As soon as he was well again, I went to the small cemetary to visit her grave. It was a real warm day and I must have walked that cemetary five times looking for her grave, but could not find it. Without thinking I said; "Donna, if you are here, show me where." My husband was with me and he said it was like someone had wiped the feet right out from under me. I fell on my hands to the ground and there flat on the ground was Donna's marker. She must have heard my cry and returned my answer.

RESTLESS SOUL
(By Pat)
Hi! My name is Pat and the story I am about to tell you took place in my grandmother's house. She and my grandfather had just bought this old rundown big country house at an auction. They had decided to buy it and fix it up. They had finally moved in and called it a night. They had not set up the bed yet, so they had opened up sleeping bags for the night. Once settled down, my grandfather heard the wailing of a small child. Sitting up in his sleeping bag he looked across the room towards the staircase, and saw the figure of a small child, coming down the stairs, crying. He called out to it but it just kept going and passed in front of him and went into the livingroom.

He rushed into the room and saw the figure, still crying, pass through the wall next to the fireplace. The wailing sound continued, and then died away. Shaken up my grandfather finally managed to fall asleep. The next morning he told my grandmother and they both decided to tear down the wall where he had seen the child leave the room. When they did, they found the skeleton of a young child inside the wall. My grandfather called the police, who removed the skeleton. He, my grandmother and two officers held a token funeral service at the local graveyard.

Auntie's House
(By Pat)
My parents and I were living in Waco,Texas and my grandmother and aunt were living in a house Dallas. When my grandmother died my aunt was living in the house alone. Then my aunt died, and since the house was now vacant, my mom wanted to move back to Dallas and live in the house she had grown up in. We sold the house in Waco and moved to Dallas. I was about ten at the time.

Time went on and nothing happened. Then one night when I was about fourteen, I went to bed at about 10pm, because I had school the next day. My room and my parents' room were separated by a bathroom in the middle. On the night in question, I got up to use the bathroom and opened the door through which I could see into my parents' room. I saw my dad standing at the window with the curtains moved, looking out. I walked over to him and asked him what he was looking at, only to find out when "he" turned around that it was my aunt looking at me. I can still feel the chills as I write this. Although my aunt was a wonderful person, seeing her standing there scared me half to death! I could not move, I could not speak. Then finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact only seconds, it disappeared.

From then on, when I went to bed at night, I shut the bedroom door to my parents room so should I need to use the bathroom, I would not be able to see into their room. As a matter of fact, I am not ashamed to admit I used a nightlight for a few months after this. Nothing like this has ever happened to me since.