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I remember my encounter with a ghost like it was etched in my mind and never meant to be forgotten. In fact I am not scared at all at reliving that moment, scared at that time, yes but I have learned to accept the fact that ghosts are real and they remain in this world for a reason.
I was in college that time at Boston College late at night studying at the library with only a few students left reading books and writing on their notepads while I just finished researching from a book that I need to find another one. I went to the book racks and got another book that I'm studying about, something to do with 16th century literature and I sat back on my chair and proceeded to read the book.
I was surprised to see that an old man was seated in front of me and at first I thought he was among the senior faculty members or an employee of the library. I nodded a sign of recognition and then went back to my reading. The next thing I know he was not there anymore. Strange I thought for such an old man to move fast without a sound. And after a few seconds there he was again standing by the nearest book shelves.
He walked away and my curiosity got the better of me so I followed him under the pretense that I am going to get another book. Then there he was and I saw with my own eyes he was seemingly floating and not walking, his feet aren't touching the floor, he was dressed up in a dark suit, his hair was gray and I saw his eyes kind of dark with a sad expression and just like that he vanished in thin air and a cold air swooped down on my body like a strong wind.
I screamed enough to get the attention of the other students and library employees; they rushed at me as I relate to them the story. It seems that I was not the only one who saw him and soon I learned that he was haunting that place for over a year already. Nobody knows who he was or why he found the library as his refuge.
Since then I have learned a number of students stories about ghost sightings at that library, maybe when he was alive he loves to read books, or maybe he was a former student of that school and used to spent his time studying at that library. I will never know. Since then I have come to regard ghosts as lost spirits caught between a web of this world and the transitional world where the dead goes to before they either go to heaven or hell.
I wish that he was destined to go to heaven and finally find that way to cross over from our world to the different world for the dead and that his spirit finds the peace it rightfully deserved.
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