Let me begin with the first time. I was a child, around 2.5. My Mother was moving as were my Grandparents so she was having a huge Christmas party before my Grandparent’s house sold. The house was empty almost. The adults were playing and so was I, with my Mom’s best friend’s son. We played hide and seek until we were both drawn to the sliding glass door. I held my hands up to the cold glass and witnessed a man, late 30s with overalls and a white shirt. He’s carrying a pail of milk, the milk splashing up over the sides.
As he is almost trotting toward the house he quickly dissipates. My Mom’s friend’s son and I run to tell our parents about the man, and we are soon told we are making up stories. The house was in Oklahoma on farmland. Several acres.
Fast forward to my 19th year, I’m out with my husband at the time, his friend and a girl I had never met until that night. Completely sober, we are all walking a golf course at around 2am, headed to my Husband’s friend’s.
The girl and I see a man, in overalls and a white shirt, walking in a circle. He’s walking around and around and we begin to shout. “hey man! Let’s go get some beers, you all right man?” He dissipates. My Husband and his friend could not see the man. The girl and I cannot believe they couldn’t see him. We are called “crazy”. All at once I remember I’ve seen him before. My Husband at the time was abusive and I left him shortly after this.
The last time. When my now and forever Husband was on his way to my house for our first date, a few months after the last incident I lived with the same grandparents who I lived with when I was 2.5, just a different home in Missouri. I was getting ready for him in my room when I thought my Grandfather passed the hallway and used the restroom.
He often wore white shirts and blue pants. I see the light click in the bathroom and shut off. I think he’s went in and then I walk out to find him and my Grandma eating. I ask, “Did you just use the bathroom?” My Grandpa, “No! I’m eating. Are you ok?”
I’m not really sure who he is, maybe a relative? A guardian? I just know I feel protected by him, I feel I only see him when he’s trying to protect me extremely. I wonder if I will see him again?
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