He is Not Home!

17 October 2018 | Your Stories, Your True Encounters

My whole life, I have been able to see spirits, or feel a presence from time to time. My mom attributes it to the fact that I almost died while she was giving birth to me. I literally had one more minute, a single minute to live or else they couldn’t save me. We all believe that I got some sort of gift, sixth sense, or sometimes I think it’s a curse.

I have had many horrifying experiences in my 31 years, here is the most recent it happened On October 1st, 2018. my buddy, that I grew up with, that had moved a few hours away came home to spend the night at my place and visit. My brother, who this story revolves around, was at work all evening. He came home around 9:30 to shower and get ready because his friend from work, was their birthday, and they were going out for the night. He told me he would be back sometime in the evening the following day. He left. My friend and I stayed up a bit longer, then decided we should hit the hay, because I had to work the next morning and he had a 4 hour drive ahead of him.

The next morning, October 2nd my alarm went off at 5:00 am for work. I got up, and realized that my work clothes were downstairs in the dryer. I went down to get them, and realized I had to use the restroom. My brother’s bedroom is located in the basement as well, and in order to get to the bathroom down stairs, you have to walk through his room. I pulled the curtain over, which separates his room from the rest of the finished basement, and there was Tim, my buddy sleeping on my brothers couch. When you first walk into his room, his head board is right there, to the right. I looked over it, and saw that my brother was in bed, sleeping. Covers pulled up to his neck, fast asleep on his side. I thought, “huh, interesting he must have made it home late last night.” I went to the restroom, and came back out and looked at my little brother sleeping away once more. I got ready and left out the front door. Noting that my car and my moms were the only ones out front of our house, I thought to myself that he must have parked on the side of the house in front of the garage. I got in my car and turn down my alley, and then I saw it… my brothers car wasn’t parked on the side, in front of the garage. I parked my car immediately. Ran back inside, down the stairs, threw open his curtain, and looked in his bed……he… wasn’t…. there. The bed was empty.

Submitted by Josh Marinkovic to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too

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