When I was 11, I went to visit my uncle in a town far away from where I lived. I thought I was going to have a normal day with my family.
"Your uncle said he'll be late. But he called and said he left a key under the mat, so we can go in. He's out buying pizza," my dad explained. My siblings and I shouted in happiness.
We waited for about an hour, until my uncle finally arrived.
We spent time together. We all told stories to each other. Ghost stories, funny stories, weird stories. Nearly every topic there was.
My parents finally took over with my uncle, kicking us out of the conversation. Letting us know that it was time for the adults to speak.
"Hey, Uncle Michael gave me this ball. Want to play catch?" I ask my younger sister. It being winter, we decided to play inside.
She waddled over to the front door and I ran over to the far end of the kitchen, still directly in front of the door.
We threw the ball to each other a couple of times until it hit the wall and bounced off into the dark hallway that we were forbidden to go to.
"What did I tell you earlier before we got here? Do NOT go down that hallway," My dad yelled.
Before our father came to retrieve us, we saw an odd cover up on the wall. It looked to be that it was an old room.
"Its fine, Remus. I knew they would discover the secret soon, anyway," Uncle Michael replied.
My sister and I were curious. What secret?
We ran back to the living room and starred in confusion.
"That cover up on the wall was to our mother's room. She died in there, peacefully. We covered the room up after she passed," My dad answered.
They were talking about my grandmother Morgan. From what my mother told me, she passed away from cancer before I was born.
"Speaking of mom, how about we see her? Do you still remember the way to the cemetery, Remus?"
"Yes, quite clearly, in fact," he replied. We all got up to venture out to the wooded area behind my uncle's house. We must have walked about a mile.
We got to the cemetery and found many more graves than what I thought. "See, honey? That was your aunt Anais. She passed when she was 3, unfortunately, but she's in a better place," my mother said quietly. She pointed to the small grave with toys next to it.
I wandered off to where my father was. He was standing in front of a small gravestone with a glass cup next to it.
"Morgan LeAnne Miller" It read. It was my grandmother. I looked over to my father. He was sobbing.
When we got home, I went straight to sleep.
I had this very odd dream.
I was back at the cemetery. I was next to my grandmother's grave looking around. I turned around, hearing this loud movement through the bushes. I turn to see this very beautiful woman. She stood tall, gorgeous, and her smile could light up the entire world. She smiled at me, and turned away.
I then felt a sudden rush of fear and sadness overwhelm my body. I was scared and I could move.
I was having sleep paralysis.
I told my mom the next morning and all she could say, was the most unusual thing. "Consider it a great omen."
