Blog#4 A Ghost Story

Ever since I was 5 years old I can remember seeing the old men. Men because there were several different old men that I would see as I walked home from school in Brooklyn. They knew I could see them and they would look directly into my eyes.
There was one who scarred me though. This tall, thin, lanky man would look into my eyes and I would see anger. It got so that I would run the block to avoid seeing him. He would stand infront of the Barbershop Doorway.
Over the years I'd see various forms, entities, whatever they're called they were different. I knew not to say anything about them if I didnt want to be viewed an insane.
It was the summer of 1986 and I was at the Old Creamery Theatre in Iowa. At the time it was the only Equity theatre in the state. One night I feel aslleep with the light on. I felt as though someone was in the room and I opened my eyes and there standing above me looking down at me was a man. I lept out of my bed into the corner of the room and I brought my hands up to fight I yelled "Who the fuck are you?" At that moment he imploded. right infront of my eyes he disappeared.
When I asked some of the towns people about it, they told me about the guy who used to live there.They said he had died and that even the way he was dressed, was the way he'd dress. I was never afraid to go back into the room, nor was I ever afraid to sleep there.
What I have always wondered is what they want, what they might have to say? I"ve since had other experiences. The experience in Iowa is the one that always seems to linger.Sleep Well tonight.