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Now, to the ghost encounter!

So, I was sitting on my carpet, coloring, minding my own business, when I hear the shower turn on.

That was normal, though. My dad said that he was going to take a shower. So, I continued to color. Then I hear my brother leave for work.

"SEE YA LATER, CAMERON!" I yelled to him.

"SEE YA LATER, BROOKLYN!" he yells back.

So, I continue coloring. Until... I get that feeling.

You know, that feeling of being watched. I hate that feeling. So, I look up.

And see a man with a trench coat and a fedora walking by. He is very shadowy.

Now, remember this- The only people home are me, my Dad, who's in the shower, and my grandma, who's sleeping. My moms at work and so is my brother.

I see him frequently. I'm dreams, when the power goes out and on many other occasions as well. But... In those encounters, he's always... I don't know how to describe this, but he's always in the shadows, or hiding behind something. He's always just out of sight. You can just feel his presence.

This was the first encounter I've had with him that was in the middle of the day.

It.
Was.
Creepy.

By the way, I gave him a name. I don't know why, but I did.

I call him Mark. Don't ask me why. Because I don't know.