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This man was around six feet tall, wearing brown shoes, jeans and a blue shirt with some green in it. My eyes made it to his neck, where I saw red on it. Following the red stuff up his neck to his head, I saw dried blood, gray matter and matted brown hair where the side of his head should have been. He was a walking corpse.
I could take a breath now because I knew he was dead, a ghost. Like all the stupid, inquisitive times in my life, my first words were, "What do you want?"
"For you to help me catch my killer," he answered.
Immediately, I knew who the killer was. This man's wife had killed him and then sent her children into the house to find their dead father. Knowing it was a lesson to be learned by all did not help because those children were so young.
He stood there quietly waiting for me to receive the impressions he was giving me. While alive, he was not a shy man but was not overly outgoing, either. I had to digest the whole ugly picture in front of me before I could look at him again.
Looking at him the way he was showing himself to me was not easy either but he needed me to see what she had done to him. When a killer who is shorter than the victim walks up behind that person, puts a pistol to his head and pulls the trigger, it is not a pretty picture. One I was not willing to continually look at.
Without trying to hurt his feelings, I told him that I would rather not see him that way again. He was the only ghostly murder victim I'd seen who continued to appear as he did when he was killed. I asked if he would please turn his body to the other side so that I would not have to keep looking at that gory scene.
The police did not talk with me until years later about this murder, and the victim continued for some time to come and see me. He wanted me to tell the police about his killer and how to get her, but I was unable to do it at the time. I do not normally seek out the police or families to work with but wait for them to come to me. No one did.
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