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This
must have happened to me when I was 11 I think.
My grandfather passed away when I was six. I can’t remember
much about him except that when my brother's and I were little, he
would always manage to have chocolates that he would give us and tell
us not to let mum and dad know.
Anyway he passed away at the house where he and my Nan lived.
We would visit her almost every school holiday; I have a treasure trove
of great memories there.
My younger brother and I would sometime stay in the living room and
watch movies late into the night.
This
one night I fell asleep while all the adults were chatting in the
dinning area (when my mum and her family get together, they can talk
until the cows come home). Any who, I woke up and noticed that the
adults must have gone to bed, it was dark and quiet. I rolled over and
caught sight of a man standing in the dinning room doorway, he stood
with his right hand on his hip and his left was holding his jacket
slung over his shoulder. I looked up again when I realized it was too
late for anyone to be up, but he was gone. I went back to sleep.
A
week later we were home and I came across my brother and mum talking
about Nan and Grandfather’s place. My brother was telling mum
that a few times he has woken up there to the sound of pots and things
banging in the kitchen, when he got up into the hallway he could smell
porridge cooking, but when he opened the kitchen door, no one was up
and the kitchen was empty.
Mum
told us that when she was a little girl, grandfather would always make
porridge in the mornings and the smell would wake up all the kids. She
told us we shouldn’t be freaked out. It’s just his
way of showing us he is still around.
I
told her about the man I saw, before I could explain the way he way
standing she jumped up, stood in the pose I saw him and asked if it was
like that. This kind of confirmed for me that it was grandfather. She
said before going to bed, he would check on her and her siblings,
looking in their rooms from the doorway.
After my Nan passed away I haven’t really gone back to that
old house. I think that maybe he waited there until she was ready to go
with him.
Thank
you for reading my story.
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