by Ian B. (11 yrs old)
My name is Ian and my Uncle Jake died five years ago from a heart problem. One night I was in my room at about 10:00 PM reading a book, when I heard a noise in my hallway.
My mom was in the basement and my dad and sister were in bed sleeping. So, I got up to see who it was.
I saw a dark figure just standing there...then, he looked at me and vanished!
The next day when I woke up, I realized it was my Uncle Jack, because when he looked at me, I saw his face; and the face looked like my Uncle.