The Man in the Room

I keep thinking back on this incident so I thought I'd share it with all of you.

I was about eleven years old when this happened. I had to tell my mom something, so I was going into her room. As I walked into the room, I started to say "Mom, I...." then I noticed the man sitting on her bed right next to her. I kinda stood there for a second not knowing what to say but then he was gone as quickly as I saw him. My mom asked me what I wanted and I asked if she had seen the man sitting on her bed. My mom of course laughed at me and said I was imagining things. She's still in denial to this day. I can still see his face, what he was wearing and everything. He was an African American man and he was wearing a white button up shirt, dark pants and a funny looking hat. I wrote a story a few days ago about the sound of boots walking down the hall and I think that's who was making all the noise. I hardly ever hear it anymore though. I wonder what happened to him.

I finally got a glimpse of the man I heard walking around my house. I heard him for most of my life and now I know what he looks like.

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