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The Street of Gold
When I was 15, my best friend in the whole wide world, T.D., who just happened to be my ex-boyfriend, was in a car accident. He was in a coma for two weeks on life support, and his mother eventually took him off. To make matters worse, T.D. died on Dec. 21 - the day after my birthday. I will always remember that day. I got so depressed that I laid in bed for a month. I couldn't go to school, I failed three classes and I lost a lot of weight. I just couldn't do anything. I didn't care.

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The only thing I wanted was my best friend back. About a week after he died, my phone rang. It was my sister-in-law's brother. (I refer to him as my brother because we are close.) He heard that I was having a hard time with T.D.'s death. T.D. happened to be his friend, too, and he had an experience in church that he wanted to tell me about. He said that while he was praying in church, he asked God to show him where T.D. was. He said he saw this image of a street of gold and saw T.D. running toward him smiling. As they met each other, T.D. hugged him and told him to tell everyone not to worry about him. He was happy where he was. He loved us and would always be there. To this day, I feel that he is watching over me and laughing at the stupid things I do. I love you, T.D. - Brandon B.

Strange Computer Antics
I'm confused about a strange occurrence with my computer. I have a friend who believes that she is living with a spirit and that he likes to visit her close friends while online. I didn't believe it at first, but I do have an open mind. I've had this computer for about six months now and never noticed anything odd until last night. My friend asked me to get some information for her about a medical condition she has. She also warned me that other friends have had strange problems with their computers after talking to her on the phone, such as trouble getting to certain cites, being set back to starts of searches or just not being able to search at all. Well, I decided to give it a try. I got off the phone with her and started to search for her requested information. To my surprise, I noticed all kinds of strange numbers and symbols, some I've never seen before, appear near the top of my search page.

She said, "Don't be scared. He's just visiting you." She calls him Edison because he likes to mess with electricity.

This has never happened before and I use this search engine quite often. I decided to jot down what I saw and also noticed the symbols would change or get bigger or smaller. They don't make any sense to me, but sometimes there would be a word or two (my, PMS, and others that I can't recall at this time). I called my friend back and told her about what happened and she wasn't surprised. She said, "Don't be scared. He's just visiting you." She calls him Edison because he likes to mess with electricity. She told me how she went through 20 light bulbs in one week - and she lives alone. She also told me how he likes to turn on lights after she's left the room and also sometimes likes to shake her bed at night when she's sleeping. I was able to successfully find the information that she requested, but the symbols keep coming and change all the time. Do you suppose this is a real thing? I believe her because she is such a good friend, even though we lost contact for a few years, until recently. I've been at her house recently and I didn't notice anything strange, but I felt a little eerie. - Chasity G.

Plea for Help... Too Late
My mother lived on a farm in Oklahoma for a few years as a child. At the time of this event, she was only eight, but much older family members have corroborated her memory of it. One night in 1950, her large family was awakened very late when they heard a loud knocking at the front door. When my grandfather answered the door, there was a young, tired-looking Native American man on the porch. He was very out of breath and he rasped out a story about a car wreck down the road and asked if they could come help. The young man then left and my grandfather followed later in the car with one of his sons. They drove down the road, but never found any sign of a car wreck, so they returned home, perplexed. The next morning, there were several police cars down the same road the young man had pointed out where the supposed wreck was. A young Indian man had been shot the night before, and they found his body near the road. The face in the paper was the same as the man who had come to the door. The eerie thing was that his time of death had been long before the time they had seen him on their porch. - Lainie M.  

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