Ghost Stories

I live in the heart of St. Louis in Missouri, so basically, I live in "the hood." About a month ago, a man was shot. On my front porch! My mom smokes, so she was on the balcony and saw a flashing light in the front. She came inside and went through the front door to the front balcony. My grandma and I were in the living room (my apartment is small so the "living room" is my grandma's bedroom), so my mom went through the front balcony door and looked, then came back inside, flipping out!

She said, "Oh my God, Mom, someone was shot and there’s blood everywhere!" I hate things like this, because my grandpa shot himself and died, so I had the biggest panic attack in my life. We didn’t know if it was our beloved landlord or anyone else in the building, so my mom went down and checked.

A few days later, I was taking a shower, washing my hair with shampoo, and when it started rinsing out, there was blood everywhere! I was so freaked out! Then I was looking out my kitchen window that night and saw the man who got shot! I saw him once more in a dream, begging me to let him inside right after he had been shot. (Of course you know not to let them in because the shooter could be ready to shoot you!)

I haven't seen him anymore but I have a feeling he's going to haunt me forever...