My Grandmother
- Sunday, October 26 2008 @ 04:37 am UTC
- Contributed by: Anonymous
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One of my Grandmothers died when I was about 10. We had a memorial service for her, and grieved. She was cool as hell. Shortly thereafter I began to see her. She looked like my Grandma except she was about 20 years old. She haunted me for years...When I was 15 she was standing by my bed.
I woke up and saw her standing there, and she held her hand out to me, like she wanted me to go with her somewhere. I just went back to sleep. I don't think she liked that much, because shortly thereafter, bad things began to happen in our house, though at first stuff happened when I was home alone, and I quickly learned to not BE home by myself.
It was HIDEOUS. The lights would go on and off by themselves, someone would laugh at me a lot, and the pool balls use to float in the air. She would also throw plates at me, and they would shatter on the floor. I would tell my parents about it, but they looked at me like I was nuts. Then stuff started happening to THEM, and then they started asking me what was going on. I told em about seeing my Grandma, and that I thought it was her. They were like, " Oh great."
