Ghost Stories

Final Farewell

Four years ago, mybest friend was killed in a hit and run accident, here in NewYork. I was shattered, as one could imagine. It happened during aMemorial Day cruise around NY. She had been afraid of boats forall of her life, and just that once decided to board a ship,where she had gotten extremely drunk. I tried to convince to herto come to a club with me, but she wanted to go on the cruise. Idid my best to change her mind, but she was dead set on going onthe cruise. And she went, had a great time, and when she left theship, and was about to cross the west side highway, she droppedher glasses in the street, bent down to pick them up and this carcame out of no where and hit her head on, dragged her four blocksand that was it. Luckily (or so they say) she was killedinstantly.

I attended her wake five days later, and said my final goodbye's,but I couldn't attend her funeral. I was unable to help it, Iwould have had a nervous breakdown (I'd known her sincekindergarten). During the time since her death, I'd been unableto sleep for more than an hour or two each night, I was thatracked with guilt. However, two days after her wake, I was lyingin my bed, crying, like I had been for several days since herdeath, and sleep was no where to be found. While I was waitingfor my body to give in and fall asleep, I felt the distinctpresence of someone, followed by pressure on my bed. I lookedover my shoulder, saw the impression of a (large, and that shehad) rear end at the end of the bed. I said out loud, "Oh,that's just Karla". With that said, the impression left thebed, and I was able to fall asleep. I've slept well from then on.

For years now, I've been trying to convince myself that it didn'thappen, but deep down inside, I know it did. It was her way oftelling me to let go, and get on with my life. And she's stillhere, I can feel her every now and then, helping me out. Hey you,stop laughing, I'm telling the truth!

In closing, yes, I do believe.

KC