A Ghostly Visitor
When I was 14, my father died of lung cancer in our home, in my parents’ bed, surrounded by loved ones. We all stood around helpless, watching him die as he took his last breath. My parents were married 42 years. They were married the day after Christmas a few months after they graduated from high school. They grew up together and were in love with each other their entire lives.
About six months after his death, I was home alone, and I was in the shower in my parents’ bedroom. I was expecting a call, so when the telephone started to ring, I jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and jumped on the bed to answer the phone. I was speaking to a friend on the phone, and as I was talking, I glanced over my shoulder to my father’s side of the bed. I saw my father just sitting there staring at me. I freaked out and dropped the phone, and I ran out of the house wearing only a towel. I didn't tell anyone about it.
When I was 39 (I am now 42), I was talking to my mother, and I said, "Something happened to me in our old house but I never wanted to freak you out so I never mentioned it," and I told her what had occurred many years ago. She looked at me and said, "I never mentioned this to you for the same reason, but I saw your father for many years and we spoke all of the time!”
This blew my mind. I regret running from him to this day and I wish that he would come back to see me now that I am old enough to not be so frightened. If this should ever happen to you, don't run away. This is the reason why I believe in ghosts!