Donnell was a very tall and unusual looking man, he carried a large nap sake all the time and know one really knew him. The street he lived on was known for all kinds of strange and unexplainable events.

One morining the mail man was delivering mail to my house, I had the front door cracked open just a little. I was on the phone and I noticed Donnell standing in front of my house as if to be waiting for the mail man to come off of the porch. I rushed to the door and watch the mail man walk down the porch stairs, Donnell grab his arm and I heard him say “Mr. mail man why thoes people die in that house?” I could feel the hairs stand up on my neck. The mail man knew Donnell was not all there so he just tap him on the back and walked away. Donnell lift his head up and looked straight at the front door and said “I see you, I see you” He walk away towards his house. I really felt un-easy knowing that the history of my house was never told to us, I never really knew anything about the people who lived here.