My grandfather was a great man. He was tall, and beautiful. He served his time as a marine, after he joined at the age of sixteen. He was the one man in my life that I knew would always be there for me. I was a young girl when he passed away. After he had passed (my grandmother had passed on a few years earlier) we had moved into his house, he passed it down to my mother and I.
Being native American, there comes traditions, stories, and a lot of other things. So when knew that they would linger in the afterlife at the house. My grandmother was a smoker, so it was very odd when one of is would smell a big puff of smoke in a certain area.
Okay, now this is years later. I was probably 14 or 15. I was home alone, it was pitch black outside, no moon. my family had gone to Cali for my brother and sister. I was stoked to be home alone. But it was quiet, too quiet. I didn’t really like it. So I turn on some TV, then head to the kitchen to eat some dinner. The light that I turned on was above the oven. So there wasn’t much light. It was very dim in the house. The only light was coming from the TV and that little light. As I was turning to leave the kitchen, I looked up. I froze in my step. I stared, wide eyed at the wall. What I saw right in front of me was a shadow. A shadow of a tall figure. My heart was pounding. After that, it was gone. Just like that. After a few seconds I snapped back.
Before I turned on more light I went back to the oven light and moved my hand all over the light. The shadow that was coming from my hand was not the shadow I saw in front of me. I even checked if it could have been from the TV. I checked everywhere. Nothing. Ever since then, I’m sure. No, positive that that was my grandfather. My grandmothers smoke still comes up from time to time.
This is the second encounter I have had. I find it so interesting and fascinating. Thank you.
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