Presence

Ever since my 6 year old son died I felt this odd “presence.”

I never thought I could ever be haunted since I don’t exactly believe in ghosts, or demons, or anything like that…

But last night I had a bit of a scare.

I saw my son.

I was in my room reading when I turned my head and there he was.

Poised silently in the doorway.

I nearly jumped out of my skin! But then I blinked and the figure was gone.

Relief fled through my body, and I laughed a little at my foolishness in thinking my son had somehow come back to life.

Because I know I made damn sure that boy was dead.

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