I believe in Ghosts.
I recall waking up in the middle of the night, very cold. Like an icy wind had just passed over me.
The only light was the dim orange glow of a street lamp some distance away, most of the light provided by it was covered by a light blue curtain. It was an eerie, almost surreal glow that I had never noticed before.
I sat upright in the bed and tried to focus my eyes on what caused this sudden waking. Without my glasses on, I could just make out a form which made me feel uncomfortable, it was the distinct but still somehow hazy outline of a person walking in circles, mumbling. My feeling cold was ovetaken very quickly by profuse sweating.
Petrified, I moved my hand slowly toward the bedside table, I could feel every heartbeat, I could feel the blood pulsating through my the veins in my arm as I tried to elongate it toward the table, where my glasses were.
Did I really want to find out what it was? Should I just lie back down and ignore it, or should I go with my instincts which were to find out who or what it was?
I took hold of the glasses. Terrified, I put them to my eyes, the apparition became clearer instantly.
It was Pre.
He told me to tell you guys that he's dead so pick someone living to adore.
