One of my paternal grandfathers died in October, 2008. It was really surprising for us. He died in his house in the morning. I was 10 years old that time.
In the winter of 2008, our family went to the same city and stayed in the house where he died. I was having breakfast with my cousins. All the windows and doors were shut as it was very windy that day.
The dining room was beside the office in which he used to sit and often play solitaire on his computer. That time the office’s door was ajar. We were talking and suddenly the door slammed shut. We froze in our chairs for a second. Then we got of our chairs and went to see if anyone was in the office or not, if any door was open or if any window was open, but everything was packed shut.
We cast a glance over grandpa’s photo hung on the wall and he seemed to smile a little more. We were the only ones there. Strange?
Sent in by Nimisha Asthana, Copyright 2011