A VISIT FROM GREAT GRANDPA Hi, my name is Cici, and this is my experience. When I was thirteen my great-grandpa passed away in his nursing home room. (Also, before we move on, let me tell you that my grandfather lost his legs when he was younger, and also had suffered a stroke, which is why he was put in a nursing home.) I remember seeing him the day before he passed. He had acute Alzheimer's and he couldn't remember anything or anyone, but when he saw me he said something to me that almost brought me to tears, except I didn't want to cry in front of everyone. He said to me in Spanish, "You're very beautiful, little girl." I told my mom I had to leave. She said we should stay a little while but we would leave soon because she didn't want to remember him this way. I remember him saying things like "Look at the little birds!" and pointing to the window, even though I was nighttime, and he would ask us if we could hear the singing or see the angels or if we could see relatives who had long since been gone. After that, my mom said we had to go. Soon after, he passed away and was buried in a very nice and colorful little place that he would have loved. Not long after his funeral, I returned to his little room to help collect his things, and my grandmother (my great-granpa's daughter) said that she would be back, she needed to get a drink, but I knew why she had to go. I just continued collecting his things when all of a sudden I fell a stream of cold air pass by me. The whole room didn't get cold, but just a little moving bit of cold air was in the room. It would move slowly from one spot to another, as if checking everything out. The curtains separating the room into two smaller areas would move a bit like when someone passes by and the breeze moves them. Then it came to rest near a chair by the window. I know it stopped there because I was right near the chair. I was scared out of my wits and couldn't talk, I just stood there holding his rosary and pocket bible, my mouth agape. Then in my head I heard my great- grandfather again, whispering "You're very beautiful, little girl." and then the cold spot was gone, just as my grandmother walked in. I haven't told her or anyone else yet, and I don't intend to because his death is still fresh in our memories, as it was only last year. But I know for a fact and have known since I heard the whisper in my head that that was my great-granpa visiting one last time. WATCH OUT FOR YELLOW CARS Hello, everyone! Hope all is well with all of you. Thankfully, I've got a nice, short story this time around, so you can move on to the better ones sooner! ^_^ This happened to my Aunt when she was younger, I think she had just moved out of her parents' home...She had come for a quick visit, you know, the frequent little visits you give your parents just to grab belongings to move into your new apartment or what have you. Anyhow, she was lounging about on her old bed, looking into her mirror applying a bit of extra makeup. (I've been into the room, it's small; an older room. It's set up the same too, so I know that if you sit toward the bottom of the bed, sort of off-center, you can see yourself pretty well in the mirror.) All of a sudden, she felt the unmistakable feeling of someone sitting next to her on the bed. She froze and sat there, petrified. And then, out of nowhere, she felt as if someone leaned toward her ear, and she heard a whisper; "Watch out for yellow cars." The pressure then let up on the bed. The next day, she walked off of a curb to cross the street and get into her car and, a Mustang (I believe) hit her. A yellow Mustang. It wasn't hard, just enough to knock her to the ground. Spooky, no? The common family theory is that it was my grandparents' first child who warned her. They had a baby boy that died soon after birth. They think that he's grown up in the Afterlife and has kept a watch on his younger siblings. Well, that's all she wrote, folks. Contact me if you wish Contact me here: happynoodleelf04@aol.com Submitted From: USA