Before this had happened I didn’t believe in ghosts. But now to be honest I know that spirits and ghost are out there just waiting to be sent to the other side. I don’t really care if you believe me or not, why would I lie about this story.
This is how it went. Me and my little sister had woke up one day early in the morning. We always liked to color together, but that day we decided to color on our stairs. After a couple of minutes of coloring my sister kept looking at the bottom of the stairs, just staring looking confused and scared. All of a sudden, she says “Who Is that?” and points downstairs. I turn in shock but I didn’t see anything. “She’s wearing a pink dress” my sister says. I told her to stop playing that it wasn’t funny. She said she wasn’t playing. That she actually sees an old lady with a pink dress on. Once again I told her to stop and just keep coloring.
A few minutes passed and I thought that my sister would just forget about what she said she saw, when out of no where, in the corner of my eye I see a hand pop out of the wall. Almost like it wanted to grab me. At that moment I told my sister “Okay you know what, Let’s just go downstairs okay.”
Once we got downstairs my sister had asked me what had happened, and why did I want to go downstairs. I told her that a hand had popped out of the wall next to where I was sitting at. Then she said, “I told you I wasn’t playing.” That same day I told my mom what had happened, how Maria had seen an old lady with a pink dress and how I didn’t believe her, how I think somebody came to visit Maria and me and how I saw a hand pop out of the wall like it wanted to grab me. My mom told me that it was my grandma. She also said that my grandma died when I was three years old and maybe she wanted to just get another chance to hold me like she used to.
The reason why I think my grandma came to visit us was because she never got the chance to meet her next grand daughter. My grandma had died before my sister was even born. That just comes to show that even though people die, they still leave things behind that they wish they could see again. Sometimes I feel like she’s still here next to me. I just hope she doesn’t scare me like she did before.
Sent in by Alicia, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com