Sorry, this is a bit of a long one. I saw my my dead grandfather once. I was 8 years old, and living in the house he built from scratch many years ago. My room was at the very front of the house at the end of a long hallway. I had woken in the middle of the night from a nightmare, and went to get out of bed to get my mum. Before I swung my legs out from underneath my blankets, I saw him standing in my doorway. My grandfather died when my father was a young man, so I had never met him. I knew his name, heard stories of his life, but I had never seen a photo of him, and still I instantly knew who his was and became instantly calm. Being a child, Id imagined ghosts to be see through or a levitating sheet, as most of us do at that age, but he was solid. He was wearing old fashioned clothes, and all though I couldnt see through him, I could tell he wasnt alive. He had a light blue tinge all around him, almost like he had stepped out of an old fashioned movie. We kept eye contact as he stood at my doorway leaning against his a cane for a good couple of minutes. Than, he looked down as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold pocket watch. He opened and I heard the tap as his rapped his finger against the glass. His eyes met mine again and he smiled, and I smiled back. I turned my eye away for a split second to get out of bed to go to him, and he was gone. I raced to my door and looked down the long hallway, but there was nothing. I went back to bed after forgetting my nightmare and slept soundly. I didnt tell my family for a long time about what had happened. I wasnt afraid to say something, but I felt it was my own personal secret between me and pop. I never got a chance to meet him, but now I shared something with him that no one else could. As I got older, I often wondered if I had dreamt the whole thing, or made it up with my childs imagination. One day, my dad was clearing out the shed out the back. I had been forbidden to go in there as a child as there was a lot of dangerous tools and equipment in there, but I was older now, so he let me help him. Dad found a man hole he had never seen before as the corner was packed to the roof with boxes, as it always had been. Inside was a small wooden box that contained photos. We were going through them together when dad said Look here. I didnt think we had any photos of your grandfather. Here you go, you can keep this one. And by god, there was pop, standing out the front of the then newly built house we now lived in, dressed in the same clothes he wore the night he visited me, holding the gold pocket watch and smiling. I told my family not long afterwards, and found out my great grand mother had visited my dad when he was a boy. Thirteen years on since that night, and Ive never experienced any other encounter, from him or anyone else. I cant be selfish though. Many dont get experience like the one I had. I will remember that night for the rest of my life, and it comforts me to know pop is looking out for me.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 16:22:21 +0000
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