When I was 11, I experienced some very unusual things after my grandfather passed away from lung cancer. It began after my grandmother moved to an old folk�s home after my grandfather�s death. I ended up moving into my grandparents� bedroom so my mom could occupy my old bedroom. (We had an infestation of mice in the basement where my parents� bedroom was.)
My first experience was when I was in bed one night. I couldn�t sleep and as a habit, I would stare up at the ceiling in hopes of getting drowsy from it. Of course, it didn�t work. After a while of staring, I noticed these �bubbles� (orbs) forming and they were simply floating above me. There were a few of them and they were white, cookie-size and somewhat transparent. I blinked several times and they were still there. Moments later, they vanished without a trace.
My second experience was on a late Friday evening when my sister and I decided to stay up and wait for our mom to come home from work. (Her shift was until 12:45 a.m.) I was playing a game in the living room while my sister was upstairs in her room surfing the net. While I was playing my game, I began to hear what sounded like Chinese opera music from what I believe to be the early 1940s. It was very faint but it definitely sounded like it was coming from inside the house. Thinking it could�ve been my dad (which I sort of doubted because that kind of music was even beyond his time) I opened the basement door and listened. All I heard was his snoring. I inquired about the music with my sister but she insisted that she heard nothing.
My last and most frightening experience was again in my (grandparents) bedroom. I couldn�t fall asleep so I ended up staring at the ceiling again. I failed to mention that there was an attic door in the ceiling by the foot of my bed so whenever I looked up, I could see the attic door as well.� I remembered staring at the ceiling for a very long time. When I settled my eyes on the tiny square door, a black/dark grey silhouette of what I believed to be a man �slid� through the attic door and remained suspended there for quite some time. The figure was upside-down and I could only see his bust. Frightened beyond comprehension, I threw the blankets over my face and didn�t dare look out from them for the whole night. The next morning, I told my mom and sister about the dark figure in my attic but they simply dismissed it as a �nightmare�.
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