Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hi guys my name is Kathy and I want to share an experience I wouldn’t call ‘normal’.

Well, my grandma passed away this June. She’d been with me for the first sixteen years of my life. She looked after me more than  my mom did. We’d always been super close. But lately I found myself disliking her more and more everyday possibly because I’d heard a lot about her nature when she was young. She ruled the house with an iron hand and was an extremely haughty and vain woman. She was proud of her beauty (she was gorgeous) and the plush life she led. I tried not to dislike her, but those negative emotions just grew inside me like unwanted weeds. She was just as polite and loving, but I was being incredibly rude and neglecting.

As they say, you realize the worth of something only after it’s gone, I can feel the anguish and guilt in my heart soaring day by day. I’ll always remember that day – June 7, 2009. Gran had always been complaining about being ill but nobody really paid heed to her because she’d pace up and down whole day and yet complain about her inability to walk down a lane. The doctors too didn’t find anything wrong with her body except normal aging. But that day and the day before, I saw her in the worst state she could be in. She was drowsy (it was because of the strong drugs the psychiatrist prescribed) and spent an entire night vomiting (and the poor thing hadn’t had a nibble!). I slept in the same room and just seeing her that way made my eyes wet.

The next day (June 7), I had to go to a blind school to write an exam for a blind candidate. She’d fallen down from her bed before I left and she didn’t realize that her face was streaked with blood! Further she was rubbing a candy on the wound so that she could get rid of the burning sensation. You can imagine her mental state now. After I was done with the dressing, I asked her to take care and left.

It must be 4:30 in the evening and I was still writing the exam when this really sad feeling took over. I had this image in my head that when I’d return home, my aunt would tell me that gran was gone. This intuition turned out to be true. She had indeed, gone. I could remember her telling me all the time  – “You are my life – you step out of the house and I die.” She was right. I came to know that she was continuously asking our servant about me. I couldn’t say goodbye. She died without seeing me.

A strange thing happened a few days later – no matter what time I’d go to bed, I’d wake up at 3 am sharp. This continued for about a month until one night, I woke up and had a weird feeling inside my head. The room had always seemed odd after she left, but this oddness had increased a lot that night. I was wide awake, staring at the roof and missing her. I used to rest my head on her lap whenever I couldn’t sleep and she’d stroke my hair. The same sensation took over. I knew my head was resting on the pillow, but somehow I felt that it was her lap and I felt someone stroke my hair. I looked around and saw nothing. I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night. There is a difference between a hallucination and a real encounter. I knew she’d come because it was incredibly strong. My 3 am waking habit was gone by the next night. The room had lost the odd feeling. I felt at peace. I knew she was okay and she knew I was okay.

I still feel guilty, but I know she’ll always watch over me. I sometimes cry when it rains and wish she comes back, but all I have is the hollow room and an empty, guilt ridden soul. She hasn’t come back to see me again. Thank you so much for letting me share my story. Comments appreciated.

Written by Kathy, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com