This weeks story comes directly to me from the girlfriend of one of my boyfriend's close friends. When she was younger she spent the night at her grandmother's house. It was around 2 in the morning when she woke up to a man tying his shoes at the end of her bed. Too scared to move she watched him finish, stand up, and leave. She saw him in very intricate detail, from the cowboy hat, to the beard, to the Bean boots he was lacing up. Paralyzed with fear, she didn't move until it started to get light out again, and she eventually ran straight to her father to tell him what she saw. Shocked, her father told her she had just described his brother who had passed away at age 18 in a car accident. When she asked her grandmother about it she got the very casual response of "Oh yeah that's just Willy, he's still hanging around."
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