At the time this story takes place I was around ten or
eleven years of age, I was never a huge ghost person, my
dad would sometimes tell me of how ESP runs on his side of
the family. Mainly since I could tell what a person was
going to do before they do it.
Anyway I'm getting away from the point. At the time my poor
grandmother, my fathers Mom, was dying of Lung Cancer. She
was going in and out of the hospital all the time. Around
Thanksgiving I was able to talk her into spending it with
us.
Not too long from then just after we got our new dog
Ranger, we got word that my grandmother had passed away
during the night.
Around that time really odd things began happening, and I
began to get really odd feelings around my house. It
started with little things, like seeing something out of
the side of my eyes and then turning around to see nothing.
Then it took another level up, the clock my dad had saved
from going though his moms old things would stop working
after he turned it on. Thinking it was haunted he picked it
up and put it away in a closet.
Then came the night I would never forget, the night that I
learned that I was either able to sense ghosts, or that I
was one really insane child.
This is were I should tell you about my house so you
understand this.
I live in a small apartment with my Mom, dad, little sister
and now our dog Ranger, who was a little puppy at the time.
When you first walk in you are in a short hallway leading
right into the Livingroom. My sister and me sleep on the
pullout sofa in there and it faces into the hallway, if you
walk to your left after walking you'll reach the kitchen.
Go further past the Kitchen and you'll come to the bathroom
and my parents room.
This took place a week after my grandmother was buried, I
was sleeping in bed with my sister when a cold chill went
right up my spin. I grumbled about my crazy sister and how
she just LOVES freezing the livingroom up with leaving the
window open.
Half asleep I raised myself up on my elbow and looked into
the hallway, there in the dark were two leering red eyes
looking in at me and my sister. My half asleep mind not
registering what I was seeing, I fell back asleep. Only to
wake up then next morning when my mind remembered what I
saw and I was awake enough to put two and two together.
The next few nights I would wake up in the middle of the
night from a cold chill, even if the window was closed and
the heat was blasting. Scared I would turn on the lamp on
the table near the sofa and lay down still shaking. One of
those nights my Mom saw the light on when she went to get a
drink.
She asked me why the light was on and I told her, she
simply told me that it must have been Ranger standing
there, and that it was the light from the night light
reflecting off his eyes (When light is shined into a dog or
cats eyes they glow red).
That could not have been Ranger, he was a puppy at the time
and very small, and even if he was an adult dog it could
not have been him. Even if I was half asleep that night I
remember that what ever it was that was leering at me that
night was human height.
Things started to go crazy after this, I felt cold in rooms
that had the heat blasting in them. I would feel parts of
rooms get cold for not reason since the window would be
closed, I saw shadows out of the side of my eye more and
more. There were nights when I would hear footsteps in the
hallway and nobody was there, I would hear the closet close
lightly and then get up to find it half open and my parents
still asleep and the hall freezing cold.
Other nights it would be cabinets in the kitchen opening,
then I would hear the bags of snacks (Potato Chips,
Popcorn, etc.) move around and then it would stop, I would
get up and look and find the kitchen empty and the cabinet
half open.
Now these days after my moms mother passed away of a heart
attack a few years ago things have gotten worst.
I'm now seventeen years old and now I can sense were the
creepy feeling I get comes from, I can tell when their
around. I am now even able to sense who they are, I have
come to tell that there are three ghosts in my house and
are both of my fathers parents and my mothers Mom. I know
its them for this reason.
One night I woke up and there standing at the side of my
sisters side of the bed, was an old man that was
transparent, he had short white hair and wrinkled skin. He
was wearing a dark gray suit and was smiling at me, but he
had a sad feeling to him. Just as I saw him he faded away
whispering "Tell daddy I said hello".
The next day I told my father about this and he had a
shocked look on his face, he took out an old photo book and
showed me a picture in it. The man I saw the other night
was in the photo, it was my fathers dad who died of a blood
clot in his brain when my dad was nine years old.
It was like my grandfather wanted me to send a message to
his son, and to get a look at to two granddaughters he
never got to meet. My birth was a big thing with my dads
family, I was the first girl BORN into my family.
These days the three ghosts don't do most of the things
they did when I was younger, guessing that it was upsetting
me and stopping. These days they stick to standing in one
spot were me and my sisters beds are now, still in the
livingroom. They seem to like coming out after 3:00am or
almost anytime when everyone but me is asleep.
There are spots they like to stand in. There is the
recliner near the table near me and my sisters beds,
between me and my sisters beds, the foot of my bed, the
space near my dresser in my parents room. But there
favorite will always be were this all started, the hallway
that leads from the door to the livingroom.
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