I was born and raised in Chicago until the age of 24, then moved to Decatur, Illinois for three years. Deciding that I needed a major change, I made a move to the country of Belize where I started a small juice bar business. This business lasted for five years, then I decided to make the move back to the states, to Los Angeles, California where I got a job working for the American Cancer Society. I remained employed at 'ACS' for under two years, until I got news of the death of my father.

My father had willed me $165 thousand. With this money, I decided to leave the big city of Los Angeles and settle in a much smaller community. I had visited the Gold Rush area of northern California and was quite acquainted with the town of Murphys. I always dreamed of living in this little town, so when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to buy a property in the area. Since then, I've lived at Murphys for close to twenty years.

As for my experience with a ghost, that happened to me while I was still living in Los Angeles. And as you'll see, it eventually followed me up here to Murphys.

The beginning of my experience took place within the same month I left Los Angeles. I remember the day being very sunny and hot. I was employed at the American Cancer society and was on my lunch break. It was during the end of my lunch hour, that I looked at my watch and saw that had about ten minutes left. I decided to walk down Wilshire Boulevard, which is a major boulevard in Los Angeles. I walked for about a

block, when I saw some commotion taking place right up ahead to where I was headed.

When I arrived at the scene, a small crowd was gathered at the intersection, and I could hear a male voice yelling obscenities. I soon spotted this obviously mentally deranged guy standing next to a mail box, and he appeared very out of control. He looked to be in his forties, was unkempt and gave the impression of being a homeless person. He kept yelling, "Hitlers, all of you are Hitlers, don't think I don't know what you want to do to me. I know, you want to kill me don't you? You want to kill me!"

Some of the onlookers were laughing, and amused at this guy's crazed behavior. In his arms he clutched a doll, and when I took a closer look, it was the 'Snow White' Disney character doll. I felt sorry for this person. Obviously he was not mentally stable, and needed to be looked at by a psychiatrist. Also, because of the recent news about my father's death, I guess I was feeling somewhat emotionally sensitive, so I decided to reach out to this guy. The crowd's reaction was so cruel. Since no one was making any attempt to help him, I decided to make a move and approach and communicate with him. I didn't think much about what might happen, I wanted to sincerely reach out to a fellow human being.

As I made a move towards him, his eyes immediately focused on me. I could see that he was not responding like I imagined he might, because he started yelling at me. I thought it was worth a try to keep approaching this guy, to bring him into reality by talking to him in a calm tone. No one else was attempting to help him, so I