[Ryuji Yukihyo]

I'll share a story that happen to me when I was very young,

I used to lived in an old house that looks like an old British country side style home

Every night at 9 P.M. sharp loud footsteps can be heard pacing back and forth in the hallways to all the bedrooms and every time someone check it out, there no one there.

My room itself felt something has been living and staying there by the temperature of the room being colder than the others as well as my bed having random dents that appears of someone had been sitting on my bed waiting for me.

I then ask my parents why this activity been going on and they responded with, "When we brought the house there was a car accident that occurred a few weeks back nearby our home and the driver of the vehicle had pass."

By hearing that back story, as a kid I started to talk to the ghost as if it was alive and I had some lovely cold whisper near my ear of that ghost. The best one was a raspy voice of "Why no one can see me?" as well as the very cold chilling shoulder of a cold hand grasping
my shoulder in a demanding way which I froze on my bed with no tears or no wailing for help, just silence.


When I got older, my family move and had taken everything in the home beside one television since we had too many at that time, 90s people with elephant thick TVs you know, as my mother and I left, the Medium Television that was in the room we named the kid's play room suddenly turn on with the standard colors of old TVs and then static...…then a loud whisper went though the television.

" Goodbye Ryuji and Ryuji's Mom "

(Fyi, my parents turn off all the electricity when we move so we don't get any bills for it)

After that occurred, my mother quickly pick me up and ran out of the house to join my father with the last of our items and move out of that property. As I turn back in the van looking at the house I was partly raised in, a shadow of a man stand at the window right by the front door towards the Living room was waving goodbye to my family and when I look towards my parents and back, there was only a breathed white handprint left on the window of where the ghost stand.