December 6, 2001

• This is something that I was going to post on or around holloween but never got it quite right. So here it is......

  
  

  What I am about to relate to you is the truth and it happened to me. It all started when I agreed to move into some friends house. We all decieded that we were going to clean up and get respectable jobs working for our government at Calif. Mens Colony. We were all clean and sober, fitness oriented, and health contious.
  The story begins after I had gotten home from work, went for my 3 mile run, showered and was all ready to settle in for a good nights sleep. I was in my room, the door locked and just put down my book to go to sleep.
  The lamp next to my bed was turned off and I had curled up on my small bed facing the wall. I was tiere so it didn't take long for me to doze off. I was just at the point between reality and dream when I felt an arm go over my side and fondle my ample breast. I jumped!!! Turned on the lamp next to my bed and looked around to see who was in my room.
  My room was very small. I had a cot, dresser, and a book case. If I remember correctly the dimentions in the room were 9' x 5'. With the sparse furnishings there was only room to open the door and open the drawers on the dresser. There was no closet and the window was 2'x 2'.
  I looked under my cot to see if there was someone down there....no luck. I turned off the light and realized that I must have dreamed the whole thing. I was once again dropping off to sleep when I felt the arm resting on my side and tweeked my nipple. I had that light on and looking around trying to find what was going on. I knew that I couldn't have possibly dreamed the whole thing as my nipple was still sore from being tweeked. The other option....was someone playing a joke on me. No...It was impossible. There wasn't anyone in the room, there was no room for anyone to hide in the room and the door was locked.
  I rechecked to make sure that the door was locked and rolled over to go to sleep. It was about 1 am and I was needing to sleep so I could get up and make it to work by 6am.
  This time it took me quite a while to relax and be ready to go to sleep. I was curled up as close to the wall as possible. My lamp was right next to my pillow and my hand was under the pillow. All I had to do is move my finger and the light was on. I looked at the clock and noticed it was about 1:30 and my eyes shut. I was aware that I was awake but my eyes wouldn't open. When I felt the hand on the small of my back. At the same time I heard,"Silly girl it is me Pat."
  I jumped up, ran up the stairs, slammed on the light in Kelly & Brandon's room and demanded, "What was the name of the guy that died in my room?"
  No response.
  "I SAID!! What was the name of the guy that passed away in my room?" I yelled.
  No reply.
  "Was the name of the guy that died in my room Pat??" I asked slightly more calm.
  Kelly broke out crying hystericaly.
  We spent quite a while trying to calm her down. After about 20 minutes Kelly was calm enough and Brandon was able to relate to me who and how he died.
  Pat was Kelly's best friend. They did everything together for over 2 years, inseperable, the only time they were away from each other was when she was out on a date or either was at work. She had just moved into her boyfriends house against his advise. He came home, ate dinner, relaxed in front of the tv till she called, talked for a while and then went down to his room for bed. On the way down he chatted with Brandon's mom and told her that he didn't feel right about Kelly, something was not right with her living situation and he wanted to go rescue her from the jerk she moved in with. He was tired and didn't feel like fighting anyone that night and he had this feeling that he would never see her again. Thordis reasured Pat that there wasn't anything more that he could do and to go get some sleep. Kelly would be by in the am.

  
  

  She did arive in the morning and was told that Pat was down in his room. She went down to get him and tell him that he was right she needed to get away from her boyfriend. She knocked. No answer. Knocked again. Still no answer. So she opened the door. There he was stooped over on the side of his bed. One shoe untied and the other off altogether.
  She was his best friend. She was the one to find him. She was the one that called his mom. She never let anyone talk about it again.
  His mom thinking that something was wrong ordered and extensive autopsy. She was sure that there was drugs or foul play involved. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. He died of????? All they could say was SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrom. It was an exact match only he was 19 years old not 19 months.

  
  

  I slept on the couch for a few more weeks till I could move out. I never went into that room again except in the day. I wouldn't change in the room always in the bathroom.

  
  

  A few weeks later Kelly approached me and said, "You are the first person to put anything in that room. You are the only one that I would let sleep in that room. Pat would have liked you. He loved blondes with buxom breasts. He liked boobs. He was a boob man. If he were still alive I would have set you up with him. I know he felt close to you he wouldn't have tweeked your tits. He liked the same kind of literature that you do."
  

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