I am not very good at telling stories so hopefully you can
understand this. Ok so first let me give you some
background information.
The house I live in is a very old
house and it belongs to my family. It is a duplex My family
lives upstairs, my mom,dad,and two very annoying brothers
(this is important). My grandparents live below us. So does
my uncle, he lives with my grandparents too (also very
important).
Well, my grandpa and his brothers were raised and grew up
in the upper part. Well when my great grandma passed(my
great grandpa died before my grandma, I didn't know him) my
grandpas brothers were all very devastated and were blaming
each other for her death. Well, after her funeral, we moved
in where she lived (upstairs, where we live now) My grandpa
and his brothers never spoke again. Eventually my grandpa
inherited the house and he lived downstairs. Well, one of
his brothers had passed away in one of the upstairs bedrooms
(thats a very different story) so he only had one brother
left and he lived across the street.
As I wrote earlier they stopped talking after my great
grandma passed, and they never talked and I was always
forbidden to go across the street and talk or even get to
know him! Well, one day, when I was older, he was outside
and I went to go see him(no one was home at my
grandparents' house) He didn't know me or anything. I had
to tell him my name and that I was his niece. Pretty sad
huh? Well, my mom started taking us over there to visit him
and everything, and him and my mom got very close. They
would talk on the phone almost everyday.
Also when I got older I would run across the street and
press his doorbell and then take off running. He always
knew it was me. Whenever I was happy I would run across the
street and press his doorbell to let him know that I was
ok. It might sound weird but it was fun too and it made him
happy to know that I was happy (also because I was going
through really bad depression).
One week he wouldn't answer his phone or anything, no one had seen him for about three days, and finally
the landlord went and checked on him. I wasn't there, but
if it was enough to get my mom out of a dead sleep in the
afternoon, then it must have been bad. What she found was
my uncle, he was dead, he was sitting on his usual spot on
his couch, sitting up straight, his fists clenched, and his
eyes shut tight. It looked like he was in severe pain (I snuck a peek
through the window) He was also very sick and suffered very
bad foot pains. Well, he was cremated, and our family had
him put in a little spot at the nearby cemetery.
After his death I fell back into my depression and it
seemed like nothing would cheer me up. A few weeks
later I was home by myself and the doorbell rang and I went
to go check and no one was there. So I thought maybe it was
an electrical problem and thought nothing else of it. But
then it happened three more times and the same thing, no
one was there! It also always happened when I was home
alone. Well a few days after the incident, it happened
frequently when everyone was home, so I thought it was
either my annoying brothers or my uncle, seeing as to how
hes a big kid at heart. It turns out that it would start
ringing non stop so we eventually had to take the batteries
out. It didn't happen anymore of course. Or so I thought.
Well one day I was home by myself and I was very sad and
feeling blue and then the doorbell rang, and without
thinking I went and opened the door and no one was there.
Thats when a big icy cold gush of wind blew by and there
was no gusty wind or anything that day.
Also there was no breeze either. But the weird thing was
that all of a sudden I was overcome with so much happiness
I couldn't believe it. It was like I was never sad or
anything. Ever since that day I have not so as depressed
or sad. Also it felt like a weight was removed from me.I
felt so much better. But to this day I still don't know
what happened. Was it my uncle telling me that he was in a
much happier and better place? I told my parents but they
didn't believe me, But to this day I still think it was my
uncle trying to tell me that he was ok and that he was
happy.
Thank you for reading my story I hope you enjoyed it.
Contact me here:strangefreak1@msn.com
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