Added October 28, 2003
A Protecting Shadow
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Dorothy, San Antonio, Texas, Feruary 20,
1992,
info@ghostvillage.com
I was 19 years old and had just moved with my boyfriend to a new
state where I knew no one. We moved in to an upscale apartment in a good
part of the city where nothing bad ever seemed to happen. He still had
obligations back home and would have to be out of town for a couple of
days at a time. When he would leave, there would be footsteps up and
down the front steps all night long. Then while he was putting away
books in the house there was a stack against the wall, they laid over in
the floor -- they didn't fall everywhere, just laid over. Since he was
gone he was sure I was making it up.
One night we were sitting in the living room watching a movie and I felt a
hand run up the middle of my back. I quietly asked that it stop. After
that incident I started asking questions about previous tenants in the
apartments. The community housekeeper told me that in the building
adjacent to ours within the year before we moved in, a young police
officer had been killed in the line of duty. He was on the verge of
getting married -- according to the story she was apparently about my
age. Well my boyfriend and I split up but stayed on good terms. Several
months later he wanted to know how I would feel if he told me he now
believed me. I was shocked. He said that while shaving he looked up and
saw the shadow of a man behind him in the doorway after I had moved out.
"Tony" never appeared to him again but has remained a constant presence
with me. I have moved numerous times and my "shadow" remains with me to
watch over and protect. I hope he always will.
