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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