My ghost story took place on March, 1968 in Corpus Christi, Texas. I had gone to bed and as I lay there in the dark I saw an bright orb of light moving back and forth in my dresser mirror. There was no light emitting from the orb and there was no source of the orb outside the mirror that I could see. It was just there.
I thought someone was outside my window with a flashlight. I got up and walked to the window, but saw there was no way light could get in from there. The venetian blinds were down and shut and I had rubber-backed blackout drapes on the window and they were closed. I turned on the light and I checked the house and found nothing.
Not knowing what it was, I turned out the light and went back to bed. As I lay there, I had a sense that I was not alone. The room was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.
But I saw movement at the foot of my bed. As I watched, the dark shape of something that looked like a human moved from the foot of my bed up to where my head was. It didn't just walk up as a normal human would do, but floated. And with each step, the shape stayed where it stood until it reminded me of a string of black paper cut-out dolls.
It stood there until I jumped up and turned on the light. There was nothing there. I wasn't really afraid of whatever it was because I had a strong feeling it was my brother, David, who had drown almost two years before. I think he came to say goodbye. One of the reasons I was so sure it was him was because of the way the shape stood. It looked like someone floating in water and that was how he died.