I think there is something about certain people that make it easier for the passed on to communicate or be drawn to for visiting. I worked for a year as a publicist at a small pr firm that delt with the Hollywood crowd. My boss who ran the company contracted brain cancer and died within a few months. A few weeks after he passed i was walking down santa monica blvd in broad daylight. An i heard my old boss say "hey dude!" It was how he always addressed me when he was being affectionate. I look over and there he is looking healthy and smiling. He had a trademark lopsided smile he used to give. I said "Eddie?". He lifted up a hand as if to wave and faded away. I later told his widowed wife about it and she said he never visited her once.

A closer to the heart story was when my childhood dog bear was put down. She was old and in pain but i thought with medication she could live longer and pain free. My parents disagreed. They called the vet to come over and put her down. I was told to come over to say my last goodbyes. I did but i wasnt ready to say goodbye. I hugged her a lot but then had to leave before the vet showed up. I was afraid i would attack her. After all she was there to kill my friend. It never sat right with me.

A month later i woke up inexplicably in the middle of the night in my apartment when i heard the sound of a dogs paws (the clicking of the nails) on the wooden floor. I look over and from around the corner came my dog bear. I instantly fainted where i was taken to a dream. I was in a white foggy kind of place and bear came out of the mist to me tail a wagging. She then jumped up onto her hind legs and hugged me only it wasn't a hug. I felt like an ice cube was melting and spreading warmth and love from the inside of me out. Spreading threw my body and i got the distinct impression of words in my head "I'm ok. Everything is fine now". She then trotted off back into the mist.

I then woke up nearly immediately. It had only been a few minutes from when i had passed out earlier. I was for the first time in my life speechless. I took a hot shower thinking things over and it took me till about noon that day before i said a single word. Even to myself.

Im like Faith and have had paranormal experiences my whole life. Grew up in a house where much like youve experienced things would just disappear. You could search everywhere and not find it and then a few days later it would reappear exactly where you had left it. I mean exactly. Place had shadows things too.

One time i saw a pair of disembodied legs walking up the center o a narrow street in the Hollywood hills. I drove at about two mph directly behind it with my brights on from 15 foot away. After ten seconds or so it just vanished. I couldnt believe it.

On my story i posted about last week with the pregnant bear slayer. The next day we ran into what my friend and i think was a sasquatch. We didn't see it but from what it was doing we think thats the only thing it could have been boy was it pissed and wanted us gone.

Theeeeeen theres the wraith. That ones nearly too weird to retell. You'll think im making stuff up.