Lisa's Dad

I was born in March of ' 72, my best friend, Lisa, was born 5 months later. 

Her father's name was Bill. When we were 10 years old Bill was diagnosed with a fatal liver disease caused from habitual drinking. 

Lisa was her dad's pride and joy. They hunted, fished, played sports, and he read stories to us when I spent the night. In the summer of ' 80 we watched her father deteriorate. He became so violently ill and avoided the doctors. He did, so until the night he proceeded to vomit all over the dinner table. The next afternoon Lisa, me, Yvonne (Lisa's mom), Kristy (Lisa's sister), and Bill all rode in their orange Caddy to take Bill to the hospital per doctor's orders 

I remember the way he looked when he first laid down on that hospital bed. I think he knew what was in store for him. 

I held Lisa's hand while she tried to keep herself strong for her daddy. The months passed and we watched him turn yellow, become so thin you could see his pulse going to and fro on his neck, wrists, and the temples of his forehead. He could hardly speak and it was just a matter of time. 

The last time Lisa saw her father alive, I was there. We were saying goodnight to him and I noticed that Lisa did not touch her father. I asked her as we descended down the hallway why she did not hug or kiss him. She explained: "He looks so sick and I thought I might hurt him". 

The next day, which happened to be Thanksgiving, he passed away. In my later years I learned that Yvonne was in the room when he died. Bill looked up at the ceiling and pointed "Wait," he said "no, not until I see my girls." Whomever he was speaking to didn't listen and took him to rest. I watched my best friend go through grief. Being 10, it was a very hard thing to accept, understand, and watch. 

She didn't come out of the house for almost two years saying she was afraid her mother would die too. I could not get her to play at my house anymore. I would always go to her house and play there. 

The years passed. In 1989, we were staying at her grandmother's house. Her grandma was out of town and we were "House Sitting." I recall the first incident. We were sitting on the couch in the living room talking our teen talk. All of a sudden, the room filled with this odor. 

We stopped talking and sniffed looking at each other. It smelled like his hospital room. Like oxygen just like the oxygen he was hooked up to. We took in little gasps. The glass cover on the Grandfather Clock slowly opened and a puff of smoke was blown out from the clock. Pall Mall cigarette smoke. 

The brand her father smoked. We froze in shock and fear, our mouths gaping open. "Lisa?" I said. "I know!" she replied, "I know that's my dad, can you smell that?"    "YES, it smells like..." "SHHH" she hissed. We didn't know how to act. We came to the conclusion that he was not thereto hurt us but trying to possibly communicate? We decided not to be frightened. We continued our evening as best we could. I recall catching the worst cold of my life that night.

 I came home from school early the next day. The next incident again happened at her grandmother's house. Again, "House Sitting." We were sleeping soundly on her grandma's feather mattress. I woke with a jolt. I could smell that hospital smell again!! I could taste it. I could FEEL him kneeling or bending over me. I screamed! Lisa jumped and I was hysterical.

"He's here, Lisa, I can taste him!!!" She rubbed my arm and said "Emily, he is not going to hurt you." She then proceeded to sniff and nod at me then fell asleep again. I, of course was so shaken, I got out of bed at 6am on that Saturday. I sat outside on the patio with the dogs until Lisa woke up. 

She said I was silly for being so afraid! I just was. I don't really know why. I know he would not hurt us. For some reason he was just getting a really good look at me and I sensed him. It petrified me and I never have been to that house since. 

The last incident was in 1990. We had just straightened my hair out of that hideous ' 80'sperm and were driving around in her Capri with the tee tops off. The treetops were OFF mind you. We were having a great time trying to get my hair to dry quicker. 

Once again, that horrible smell! Oxygen. This time we just looked at each other and Lisa replied "Hi Daddy!" That was the last experience. We have grown apart over the years but I would be curious to know if she has had any other encounters. 

Thank you for reading my story. It's eerie but very true.

Emily.

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