It was two weeks after my grandmother died.
The better turned for the worse
I was alone in my room as always
Laying down playing on the computer I was alone
My room shook I got up thinking it probably just an earth quake
But the odd part about it is no other room was shaking.
Just mine....
I got up thinking of all the possibliltes but as soon as I went to sit back down it happened again
The lights went out I was upstairs in the dark not ready for what was about to happen
I ran downstairs forgetten to grab my shoes
So I was about to go back up when I saw this faint glow on the top of the stairs
It started at me for what seemed like hours
As I blinked it disappeared.
Ever since that long dreadful night alone
I can honestly say I never feel alone any more
Every once and a while I feel like someones watching me....
My neigbhors say when i'm not home my light turns on.
It is my grandmother or maybe it's someone else....
happy sleeping ....
