My aunt passed away about 3 years ago. It was difficult seeing how bad she was suffering. No-one understood her… but I know now, that God does. It was her time to go and she is in a much better place. Anyway, after her death my mom, little brother and I moved out of state (we were living in California). We couldn’t handle living in her home when she wasn’t there beside us anymore. My mom said “we have to move on. Yes I loved my sister but it kills me to not be able to sit down and enjoy laughter with her anymore.” Hearing my mom say that to me made me sorrow. But confused too. I didn’t understand why she had to go.
We arrived in our new neighborhood (in North Dakota). I instantly didn’t like it. I felt out of place. It didn’t feel like home. Our new house was blue, had an interesting attic window (which to me looked awfully strange and creepy) and a very bright porch light. It was on the corner by a really big church. As we got settled in I went straight to my new bedroom to unpack my things. For some strange reason it was cold in there. But hot outside. My mom yelled at me to come eat. But I was too depressed to even eat supper so I decided to write poems and listen to music.
I didn’t realize how late it was getting. It was 3 in the morning now and I was dead to the world. So I plopped on my bed and closed my eyes. I felt really comfortable just wrapped like a ball in my blanket. When all of a sudden, something blew in my face. My eyes popped right open. I didn’t know what the heck it was. I got up, turned on my light, and looked around. Didn’t see anything and my window wasn’t open. And the fan wasn’t on. I was confused but really scared too. I went to lay back down.
I looked out my window and saw someone on top of the roof at the other house across the street just staring at me. I wanted to scream but for some reason my voice didn’t make any noise. The thing that was staring me down had the body of my aunt, the long brown hair, the beautiful sparkling blue eyes. And that’s when I knew it was her. I started to tear up and I began asking her questions. When I blinked my eyes and opened them back up she was gone.
I fell back on my bed just crying. I put my hand up by the moonlight but towards my wall so I could see my shadow. I asked my aunt to hold my hand so that I know she is okay. I didn’t think it was gonna work. But as soon as I turned my head I saw a hand (which was in shadow form like mine) reach for mine. I saw it! And I know that it was her. I could even feel her fingers touch mine. When she did that, a cold tingling sensation flew up my arm and into my heart.
I will never forget that night. I still question myself about it… but I know for a fact that it was my aunt.
Sent in by Cheyenne, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com