When I was seven my granddad found out he had leukemia and to be honest I was heart broken but okay so it was my birthday and I noticed that my granddad was acting a little strange, he kept looking afraid and when ever I looked in his eyes I saw pain. I was seven then so I didn’t know what was wrong. I asked him if he was ok and he just said I’m fine then he would smile to make me believe it.
After my little birthday tea I had to go home and before I went I said to my granddad ‘see you soon’ and he promised me that I will. (sorry I’m upset writing this) I was so happy then I thought nothing could go wrong but then two days later I was at home having my dinner when the phone rang, it was my nan she wanted to call to inform us that my granddad had passed and ever since then I have felt guilty for it saying it’s my fault. If I hadn’t been such a selfish girl then he would have died in peace not pain it’s all my fault!
A month later after his death I kept getting a feeling that I was being watched and at night I would always feel someone breathing at the back of my neck. I keep thinking that its the wind but my windows closed at night also there is always someone sitting at the end of my bed. I know its a spirit cause there’s a patch on my bed like someone’s sitting then and when I pull my quilt to put it over me it won’t move at all, it’s weird. The scariest thing was that I keep hearing a voice in my head that says over and over ‘It’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself, I had a choice and I picked the right one’ I think it’s my granddad it still happens now but I’m used to it. I’m glad he’s still with me.
Sent in by Jenny Spires, Copyright 2011