My name is Grammar Jackson and I am eighteen
years old. I live in an old barn that is almost a
hundred years old. We have many animals and I
love this barn to death. I believe in
the “supernatural” and this experience that I had
just about two years ago makes my beliefs even
My grandpa Jack or Jackie (short for Jackson)
and I lived in the barn all our lives. Old
Grandpa Jack was born in the barn and so was I.
To us, it was our castle. My momma died a year
after my birth and my daddy remarried a lady and
moved out of this old shed when I was just
a young kid. So Grandpa Jackie and Grandmamma
Ellie are all I ever had. Grandmamma also died
when I was just about turning twelve, leaving old
Grandpapa Jack and me alone in the world. Many
times gramp thought about sending me back to my
daddy but I wouldn’t have any of it and so I
guess my granddaddy knew better. But anyways,
lets move on with the little tale of mine.
I had just turned sweet old sixteen. I guess I
was tired of being a sweet innocent girl at
school all the time. I started to go bad a bit,
you know dating and drinking. I knew grandpa would
never find out but it sometimes scared me because
I would make a proud grandpapa very disappointed.
One night, after coming home late and lying
about why I was late, I was making some dinner
for the two of us. I made some delicious Serbet
with the right amount of some fine wine (an
Indian drink Grandmamma taught me how to make) I
also threw in a big bowl of salad and some
spaghetti. It smelled like the best one I had
ever made. I added the right amount of spices and
sauce and everything was just delicious. Grandpa
Jack told me it was the best meal he ever had and
I couldn’t be prouder.
It was when we were going to bed. Grandpapa
Jack tucked me in and kissed my head like he
always does. Then he went to sleep himself.
During the night, I heard little moans and cries.
Sounded like a sweet little kid. I got up
thinking little Allie (our next door neighbour)
got kicked out of the house again. When I went
outside, I couldn’t find anyone! Our dog,
Stitchy, came running toward me. He whined and I
knew something was wrong. Old Stitch could take a
whipping and not cry at all. That was one strong
dog but I didn’t know what was wrong..
I heard the moaning and crying again. A little
girl crying. It was normal for kids to be out late
where I live. I turned around to see a sweet
little thing, sitting and crying. She was wearing
a soft white dress and had lots of brown curly
hair covering her face. She was also dripping
with water. I went up but Stitchy was very
protective and wouldn’t let me move. After
jerking big Stitch several times I made my way to
the little girl.
“hello,” I said. “Why’s the reason you're crying?”
“I’m hungry, and you just had a big meal and I
watched you and Wolf eat it. Let me have some
please. I’m soo cold and hungry?”
This shocked me. How did the little thing know
grandpa jack’s first name? No one had called
Grandpapa “Wolf” in a long time.
I invited her to come in, but at that moment
Grandpa came rushing out the door. When Grandpa
came, the girl immediately vanished! Right before
our eyes! Grandpapa Jackie yelled at me to get
inside. He had never yelled at me in my life so I
knew he was furious. And with the shock of
seeing someone disappear in front of my eyes, it
scared me even more.
Gramps knew what that girl was. It was his
little sister, Elnor. She had passed away when
she was only eight! This scared me now because I
knew that I had just talked to a ghost! Grandpa
told me how El and he were playing on a little
hill and how he got mad at El and pushed her off
this cliff. El wanted to go home because the poor
thing was hungry and grandpa still wanted to play
so he started to get mad and pushed her off the
cliff where she drowned! The story made me want
to cry. Elnor visited old Grandpa Jackie several
times after her death. Elnor is still mad and
wants to hurt sweet old grammpa. She was probably
going to hurt me, like grandpapa says. And now
that I realize, she did have this scary look.
That night, grandpa let me sleep in his room. I
was so scared and so terrified. I also decided to
come clean about what I’d been doing. I told him
how I was drinking and had a boyfriend, Jake, and
we were doing stuff. Grandpapa said he knew! I
couldn’t believe it! He told me that he had a
dream and in it I had a sweet little baby and
Jake was the father! When he had the dream, he
knew it in his gut that I’d been doing bad
things! I was so scared. I wasn’t going to tell
him that I was pregnant yet. I was crying at that
Right then a light surrounded the whole room.
It was filled with warmth and love. We both just
stood there and stared for a second. Then a voice
came over us and I clearly heard my mama’s voice.
It said “ I’m proud of you Grammar…thank you,
Jack” We both knew it was my mama. Grandpa Jack
just smiled and said “It was my pleasure, Pride
(my mama’s name)” I couldn’t be happier.
Seven months later I gave birth to a
beautiful son, Jack, named after grandpa. My
daddy came to visit us and then he decided to
stay with us. I could never be happier.
Thought I’d share my story with you. It makes
you cry don’t it?
Thanks for reading.
Oh yeah, we held a little peace ceremony for
Elnor. We hope she’s at peace now. She’s a
beautiful girl that needs to find her way to
We love you and always will El.