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My friend Devon has always been able to see things. Things that most people normally cannot see.
Devon has a special gift or an unwanted curse, as it might be to some people. Devon's third eye is more developed than that of most people and this gives him the ability (or disability) to feel, hear, see, and sometimes even talk to ghosts.
It hasn't always been like that. As a kid, Devon couldn't see ghosts but he always had been able to feel their presence. Eventually, either he started being able to see them or the ghosts started showing themselves to Devon. The ghosts became more and more visible and maybe even more real to him as he grew older. It wasn't until recently that the ghosts started trying to make contact with Devon.
Devon and his family lives in this old house on this old road that is surrounded by ancient looking trees. Devon's own bedroom has a huge old tree facing his bedroom window. Sometimes when I'd come over, he'd tell me stories of beings and creatures that lived in that tree. He'd tell me that there are little dwarves and elves that live there and they like to play in that big tree. He'd try to scare me when he'd tell me that they are there at the moment looking at us when I don't see anything.
One time when I was over at their house, Devon and I had this horribly frightening experience. Well, for me anyway. Devon is as cool as a cucumber whenever anything concerning ghosts happens around him.
So anyway, Devon and I were downstairs watching some late night TV. Suddenly, I hear this rumbling sound coming from the top of the stairs. I look at Devon and he's focused on the TV show.
The sound comes again. I ask Devon if he heard it and he goes, "What?"
I said to him, "That sound, didn't you hear it?"
He says no and tells me to quit messing with his TV show. We turn back to the TV.
This time, the rumbling sound came much louder than the TV. And it wasn't just rumbling, it was the unmistakable sound of someone very heavy coming down the stairs.
I'm frightened out of my mind. Devon tries to calm me down. Apparently he was faking not being able to hear the sound so that I wouldn't freak out.
The heavy steps continue. It was somewhere in the middle of the stairs already. I'm shouting at it to go away but of course it doesn't. It comes nearer and nearer to us and I'm ready to fly out of there.
Devon stands up and goes to the foot of the stairs. A side wall blocks my view so I don't see him or the stairs.
The sound stops. Devon comes back. Then he tells me everything is alright.
Up to this day, he has never told me what the hell was coming down the stairs. I might never know. All I know is I won't be watching late night TV at Devon's for a while.
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