This basically happened 5 years ago. My dear grandmother died. There was a lot of tears involved. Since she left… her son rented the house to the family of my best friend, Veronica.
After 3 months, my mother had a dream of my grandma at the door of her house. In her dream… my mom followed her into the house. “I have to go” my grandma said “take me with you” my mother responded. “you cant go, but I’ll wait”. The next morning my mom told all of the family about her dream.
My little brother max, was born 3 months after my grandma died… he brought happiness into our lives. It was strange because my grandma really really wanted to meet him. One time I laid Max on the bed. He looked at the window, which was closed, and started laughing and smiling… he was playing alone.
Two years passed. The house of my grandma IS next to a church. Me and Veronica where there… and a mature man came and asked if he could pray for both of us. We gave him the chance and he told us that in that house there were 2 books. Both of them were about spells and black magic. He gave us a whole description of how they looked and their size.
The family found both of the books and burned them. Another year passed and Veronica’s little cousin was in my grandma’s room. They were trying to get her to sleep but she sat down on the bed and said “I can’t sleep… the lady doesn’t let me” but clearly no one was there only Veronica and the baby.
I really miss her. But I’m afraid. what is its not her? Like my uncle (the pastor) said “so demons try to make you think they are someone who died and was close to you… never believe and you’ll be okay” he told me with his wise voice.
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