Over the years, we’ve had several incidents where we had sightings of someone, or something we called the “Steven Character.”
We called him that because whenever we would see him, (usually in the middle of the night, in the shadows, very quickly) he always resembled our son Steven, a tall, lanky guy. It would never dawn on us that it could NOT have been Steven until the incident was over.
One night, my wife Sarilyn and I came home from the store, and it was late, and had gotten dark. As we pulled up in front of the house, we saw a lamp on in Steven’s upstairs bedroom, and we commented that since Steven was not home, he should have turned the light off instead of wasting electricity.
Suddenly, we saw the silhouette of what looked like Steven pass by the window.
We went inside the house and nobody was upstairs. Steven was not home and what’s more, I went upstairs to turn the lamp off, but was surprised to find that it was now off.
When the weekend arrived, Brooklyn (who most of the time fell asleep and stayed on the couch) was awakened in the middle of the night by someone shuffling and rummaging through the shelves in the living room, as if looking for something important.
The next morning, I asked Brooklyn if she had slept well, and she told me, “I would have if Steven hadn’t woke me up tearing through the stuff on the shelves.”
I asked her why she thought it was Steven, and she told me that when she woke up from the noise, she rolled over to see who was making all the racket, and saw what looked like Steven in the dark.
Until several years later, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Steven spent that night at a buddy’s house.