Submitted to us by Jakie Class
I was in my great grandmothers house. The house was built by my grandfather who has passed on. He came here from Italy during the war and built hidden passage ways and tunnels in the house in case we needed to hide.
One day one of the passageways flooded and my mom went over to help out. I wandered off and got lost in the tunnels and couldn’t find my way out. I screamed for help but no-one came, so I panicked and started to cry.
Minutes later I saw and elderly man who said he was a friend of my grandma and was going to take me to her. So I followed him through the tunnels and passageways and then we came to one of the rooms and he told me to wait there and my grandma would be able to find me. Then he went into another room and disappeared.
Moments later my mom and grandma found me. I told them about the man. They laughed and said they were the only people in the house and I had a vivid imagination.
We were leaving and my grandma told me to grab her old Italian bible off her dresser to take to my aunts house. When I did an old picture fell out. I picked it up to give it to my grandmother and told her the man in the picture, who I had never seen before, was the man in the tunnel that helped me and said he was her friend. My grandmother started crying and said it was my great grandfather who died weeks after my birth.