My grandmother had been dead for a year and her room was cleaned out only her bed that she had died in was the room. The bed was made with an antique bedspread and it seemed to invite me with comfort. So I drop my bags off on the floor. Only later to spend the night in her bed. I was awaken by someone's hand placed over my mouth, I felt the pressure of someone's hand over my mouth. I tried to scream out in terror. But I was unable to move. I could hear papers turning on the right side of me. The room became cold although I was unable to move or scream out loud. Still able to hear the sheets of paper turning as if only moments to spend looking at the data. As the last sheet turned a whisper of wind felt over my face seem to pass through the wall just to the right of me. I was able to sit up, stunned by what had just happened to me I was unable to return to sleeping. I went into the kitchen where my older brother was having a late night coffee and chocolate cake. I joined him after he asked," what are you doing up so late", that's because everyone was sleeping I thought when my visit happen I never heard any footsteps, entering my room or leaving. I just know that I felt the.pressure on my face. I told my brother what had happen to me. He and I looked at each other and said it was my grandmother. We looked at each other without saying another word, just the sippin of coffee and eating of chocolate cake. We never talked about that night we, just let it pass as something strange that happen again in my mom's home.
