Soon after my grandmother's passing, my grandfather's health started declining. My parent's decided that it would be in his best interest for us to move in with him. He was a pitiful man at that point, he was grieving himself to the grave. Exactly 6 months to the date of my grandmother's death, almost to the hour, my grandfather finally let go of his suffering. Interesting note: On the night my grandfather passed, I was spending the night at my cousin's house. I was having problems getting to sleep because I had a very "uneasy" feeling. Just past midnight the phone rang and I immediately knew it was my parents calling to say my grandfather had died. I'm not sure of the time that passed after, but I think it was less than a year, that I started feeling a presence in the house. It was subtle at first, just the feeling that someone entered the room and then it would disappear. I wasn't even sure if I was actually sensing anything or not. Over the next few months, my "feeling" went from subtle to very intense. I KNEW someone was there at this point and it scared the hell out of me! Remember dear reader, this was still very new to me. To make matters worst, I was a confused teenager, struggling with my own identity, experiencing things that most people don't, and there is no one I felt I could confide in. I just learned to adjust and deal with it. This period of my life continued until I moved out of the house with I was 18. During this time period, there are two paranormal occurrences that I'd like to share with you.
One night I was in bed trying to fall asleep. My trusted companion of my childhood days, my dog was asleep on the floor next to the bed. I began to sense someone in my room, but this time it didn't just linger a while and then go away. My feeling escalated to almost a panic state! My dog at this point got up and jumped in the bed with me. She got under the covers and started shaking, only sticking her head out every once in awhile!
This made my own anxiety rise to epic proportions! Both my dog and I jumped out of bed and headed down the stairs, followed every step of the way by whatever or whomever was in my room. My mother was still up watching TV. I told her I couldn't sleep and that I was going for a walk. My dog and I exited the house and started walking down the sidewalk. As soon as I was outside, the feeling disappeared. So who was haunting me? The obvious would be my grandfather, but what I've failed to mention, is that not only my grandfather passed in that house, but so did my grandmother and great-grandmother. At that time in my life, I didn't care who it was.......it still scared the crap out of me!!!! There was one room in the house that I never liked going in because I always felt someone there. That room was the formal living room.
The next occurrence worth writing about happened several months later. My mother's sister and her family were over for dinner. My aunt, cousin and I were in the formal dining room. This room had a set of glass French doors that opened to the formal living room (the room I didn't like). My cousin, male and a year younger than me, was staring through the doors into the the living room. After a few minutes of this, he bolted from the room and out of the house, white as a sheet. My uncle followed him out, along with the rest of us to ask a visibly shaken teen-aged boy what just happend. This is the best I can recall was his response, "I was looking through the doors into the living room. In the far corner of the room, I saw a small speck of white light. All of a sudden, the speck grew into a man. I got scared and had to get out!" My uncle asked him what the man looked like and my cousin described my grandfather! Now keep in mind, dear reader, this was my cousin on my mother's side that just saw my dad's deceased father. A man he had never seen before! That ordeal frightened my cousin so much, that he NEVER entered the house again.
The house was sold years later to someone outside the family. Over the years, I often reflect back on that time with regret. My lack of understanding of these abilities instilled fear within me. I was afraid to seek the answers to the questions I now ask. Who was occupying that house? My grandfather? Grandmother? Great-grandmother? Perhaps all three. I just recently starting conversing though Facebook with a buddy of mine that still lives in that neighborhood. He knows the man that bought the house from my dad. We discussed the possibility meeting up with this guy the next time I go back home. I would love to get the chance to go back in that house and see if I pick up anything! Be even greater if I could take a paranormal team of investigators with me. If that ever happens, I'll be sure to share.
So, how am I doing? Still with me or bored out of your gourds? Hope you're hanging in there with me......hate to go at this totally alone.
That's it on this time period, but there is more to come! Let me know how I'm doing so far and if you like what you see, tell some of your friends!
Namaste
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