My first paranormal experience happened when I was just six during they year of 1996.
When I was younger every weekend I would head over to my grandparents house and stay there until the weekend has ended. My grandmother, great-grandmother and grandfather lived with each other, so it was pretty much a great way to spend time with the family since they all lived under one roof. Each night I would read my grandfather a story, one of many Disney classics such as "The Lion King" or "The Jungle Book" This particular night I decided to read my all time favorite "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" As usual I would finish the book, give him a kiss on the cheek and head off to bed. The next morning I woke up, nothing seemed out of place, Except that my mother was beside me. I headed downstairs to make breakfast. As I got downstairs I saw my grandfather in his chair with his head down. I approached him and said:
"Are you okay Grampa?"
He slowly looked up at me, looking sad and said:
"I'm so sorry, I really am"
Confused, I took his hand, they were cold. But since he had circulation problems it seemed pretty normal. I headed back to the kitchen wondering what he had mean't by being sorry. Was it because he had recently lost his car? Couldn't he take me to places anymore?
As I was getting a glass of juice my mother walked in. She stumbled her words for a moment but managed to get them through.
"H-honey? Who are you talking to?"
"Oh Grampa" I replied "He told me he's sorry but I don't know why, do you?"
My mother had to sit down, she went pale and I thought she was going to faint, I quickly grabbed her a glass of water and asked her if she was okay.
"No, You didn't talk to him honey, that's impossible"
I frowned, confused I questioned her, how can she say things like that when he is in the room next to us?
"He passed away last night, I am so sorry" She added.
I was furious,not because of what I had just heard, but how can my mother say such terrible things? He was right there, I held his hand. Then I peered over to the other room, he was gone. Was this my Grandfathers spirit?
