The year is 1965. You and Dallas were best friends. But after he got shot and died, you weren’t the same. You were always on edge and upset. You weren’t the same but you wore his St. Christopher necklace he gave to you before he died. You would cherish that forever

One night while you were home alone you were taking a shower. You hummed to yourself as you washed your hair. You were rinsing the shampoo out when you heard your dog barking from downstairs. You didn’t mind it that much and figured it was just a squirrel so you continued rinsing. It wasn’t until you heard the stairs creak that you knew something wasn’t right. You called out to see if anyone was there but you got no reply. You continued to shower, completely oblivious to the person who was in your room-or, spirit you should say. You got out of the shower, got dressed, and went to your room. That’s when you saw…Dallas? Dallas Winston sitting on your bed. Or at least it looked like him. Kind of like a ghost