My uncle, a couple days away from being fourty, committed suicide on Devil's day. I was three then. My family was heartbroken, and when I was old enough to understand what happened, so was I.

Uncle Carl was very nice. He was funny, talented, smart, and a great singer. Uncle Carl was my father's brother, and was currently dating.

Carl became depressed, and eventually shot himself. He died in his girlfriend's arms. After I understood what happened, I was shown a picture of Uncle Carl. He was middle-sized, average height, with dark brow hair.

That night, as I went to bed, I felt my room was colder than usual. I huddled down in the covers, and woke up at around midnight. There, in the middle of my room, was a ghost, average weight, and average height. His hair was dark, and he had a sad expression on his face. "I wait for you, and I will forever." He said in my mind. I will never forget Uncle Carl. Nor will anyone else in my family. I wait for him, he waits for me. I hope you enjoyed my story.