Many people would think that hospitals are a normal place to go to visit your grandparents dying, right? Well, In this story I'm going to tell you the complete opposite.
My dead grandpa visited me.
I would've been in Kindergarten or First Grade. 2 - 3 weeks previously I was playing on our school playground, sliding down this firepole we had. You see, my elementary school wasn't very rich so we had old playground equipment at this time, I use to go to school in a small town in South Dakota, I had about 14 kids in my class. I can't remember well.
I was sliding down it with some of my classmates, who were mainly acquaintances, we never hung out outside of school or anything like that. But after the 5th or 6th time I slid down it, I had fallen. I tried catching myself but my collarbone just snapped. I went to a doctor, they gave me a cast and said I had 6 weeks until I was allowed to take it off. But then 2 weeks later before we went to visit my grandma in the hospital, I went to a different doctor and he took it off right away. (which is also why I'm a junior in high school and not allowed to play sports, my collarbone keeps re-snapping itself.)
After the doctors appointment we left for Wyoming for the weekend to see my grandma who was dying. As we are taking the elevator, I turned the opposite direction of her room, stuck my hand out as if I were holding someone else's hand, and said "Are you coming with us?" I walked all the way to grandma's hospital room, holding some kind of ghost's hand. When we reached the door, my hand dropped, "Why are you leaving us?". My parents wouldn't talk to me the entire day after that.
My mom told me this story, a couple months ago. I figured I'd share it. It isn't one of my best works but It's still a story.
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Scary Stories
HorrorThis is a book of different scary stories I have heard from either TV shows or Real life. None of them are mine except for maybe a few. There isn't going to be any face claims since every chapter is a different story. Read at night :).
