stairs, but more like sprinting! He just was there one second and gone the next!
Kenny said that he never had seen anyone travel up stairs like that before. He took off up the stairs after the guy, and up to the third floor, then entered the victim’s room. He never did see the guy he was chasing again. Kenny opened the door and walked inside. With the door open and the light on he immediately spotted the victim. Though most of the young man’s body was on the floor. The victim’s head was lodged between the night stand and the bed. One leg was still draped over the side of the bed and a small caliber gun was on the floor, just a few feet away from the body. A one page suicide note had also been placed on the bed. There was no visible blood, due to the small caliber of the bullet, which had not exited the skull, but instead remained lodged within the victim’s brain.
Kenny had responded to several suicide calls before, much more gruesome than this one, but what made this call different from the other suicide calls in the past was that the victim who was lying on the floor was the same guy Kenny had just met and spoken to just a few minutes before on the stairs! Kenny was admant about this. “The guy had the same clothes, haircut, everything was the same. This was the same guy!”
I said, “Kenny are you sure about this. Come on, how could it be the same guy?” Kenny responded, “I bet my badge on it. It was the same guy Cathy, it was the same guy! Look at me, do I look like I’m lying, or trying to play a joke on you? I saw a ghost Cathy, it was the ghost of that young guy lying in that room! You know I can’t tell anyone about this, I’d be laughed out of the

department, but I had to tell someone.”
I was totally caught off guard by his story. I told him he needed to think about the possibilities that it could have been a weird coincidence. Kenny said, “Yeah, but the guy I met on the stairs was wearing the same clothes as the victim, and he flew up the stairs, he
didn’t run Cathy, I’m telling you he flew up the stairs!”
After that day, Kenny and I did talk about his experience, but I never was the one to bring it up first. I knew by his composure that he truly believed that what he had seen was the spirit of the dead guy. Whether there was a message to this, there’s no way I can say. But it was one of the strangest stories I’d ever heard.

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