This must have happened to me when I was 11 I think.
My grandfather passed away when I was six. I can’t remember
much about him except that when my brother's and I were little, he
would always manage to have chocolates that he would give us and
tell us not to let mum and dad know.
Anyway he passed away at the house where he and my Nan lived.
We would visit her almost every school holiday; I have a treasure
trove of great memories there.
My younger brother and I would
sometime stay in the living room and watch movies late into the
night.
This one night I fell asleep while all the adults were chatting in
the dinning area (when my mum and her family get together, they can
talk until the cows come home). Any who, I woke up and noticed that
the adults must have gone to bed, it was dark and quiet. I rolled
over and caught sight of a man standing in the dinning room doorway,
he stood with his right hand on his hip and his left was holding his
jacket slung over his shoulder. I looked up again when I realized it
was too late for anyone to be up, but he was gone. I went back to
sleep.
A week later we were home and I came across my brother and mum
talking about Nan and Grandfather’s place.
My brother was telling mum that a few times he has woken up there to
the sound of pots and things banging in the kitchen, when he got up
into the hallway he could smell porridge cooking, but when he opened
the kitchen door, no one was up and the kitchen was empty.
Mum told us that when she was a little girl, grandfather would
always make porridge in the mornings and the smell would wake up all
the kids.
She told us we shouldn’t be freaked out. It’s just his way of
showing us he is still around.
I told her about the man I saw, before I could explain the way he
way standing she jumped up, stood in the pose I saw him and asked if
it was like that. This kind of confirmed for me that it was
grandfather. She said before going to bed, he would check on her and
her siblings, looking in their rooms from the doorway.
After my Nan passed away I haven’t really gone back to that old
house. I think that maybe he waited there until she was ready to go
with him.
Thank you for reading my story.
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