Ghosts always fascinated me. The supernatural realm was something that I always believed in. I had always wanted to find a ghost that had not left this life, and speak with him or her.

My curiosity seems to have gotten the best of me.

I found a ghost. She was a waitress at a bar that I frequented. She was cute, but when she talked to me, it was as if she yearned to be somewhere else. She wasn't being rude because I noticed that she did this with everyone. It was like she didn't belong. I decided to look her up on Facebook but instead it took me to an Australian obituary. It was her. Her face still had that same soft smile in her obituary picture. She had been dead for five years. When I went to talk to her the next day, she was gone. The manager said she quit and that was that. I decided t look for more ghosts, and I did find some. However, they would all vanish before I got the chance to confront them.

Strange things started to happen. I always felt that someone was following me. When I would drive to work or walk to the grocery store, a figure would pop up in the corner of my eye. When I whipped my head around, it was gone. This continued for some time. I would feel like I was being watched for no reason.

Then, one night while I was sleeping, I heard a knock on the door. It was a soft and deliberate knock. I wasn't about to get out of bed at 2 am to answer the door so I stayed in bed. But the knocking continued. I breathed a sigh of relief when it finally stopped. My eyes started to close, but then a tapping on my bedroom window started. It tapped loudly like whatever was behind it was furious that I didn't open the door. I turned over to ignore it. Maybe it would go away again. After awhile it did. My eyes started to get heavy, and when they finally started to close, I heard a whisper.

"let me in"

It was a quiet whisper, but I swear it felt like someone was whispering straight into my ear. I pulled the sheets over my head like a little kid, in the hopes that whatever was behind my bedroom window would leave.

LET ME IN NOW A disembodied voice commanded, and when I ran to go see what was behind the window, nothing was there. I got back in bed and was horrified to see that my bedroom door was starting to slowly open. I closed my eyes shut as I felt footsteps enter my room. Something started to pull my sheets off of me, and when I finally opened my eyes to see what was there I saw the waitress at the bar. She smiled her soft smile at me. Then a huge demonic figure appeared behind her, and lunged at me.

So here I am. You might find me in a mundane coffee shop glued to my laptop and periodically sipping a cup of coffee. But should you ever meet me it will be too late.

Now you know.