So my dad died on Christmas when I was a Jr in highschool.
My older sis was supposed to take his ashes, but I ended up with them. I was happy to have him and all, but some weird things started happening after.
I was playing a game in my room when my bro came home from school. We yelled wassup to each other and he started mumbling about having a bad day. I turned my head to look out my room and saw my bro in the living room walking towards the kitchen. Two seconds later I saw a tall, slender shadow figure creeping up behind him. It was tip toeing behind him like in the old cartoons. I freaked out and ran to the kitchen, but the figure was gone.Another night while I was filling the water container in the kitchen I got the strongest urge to look at my room. My bro's bed could be seen in my room. He was already fast asleep.
I watched him for a second then leaned a little so I could see more into my room. In between our beds was a shadowy figure, staring down at my brother's sleeping face.
"Wha da ffffffffuu-"
It noticed me watching it and turned it's head towards me shocked then ran to my side of the room.
I ran into my room but of course it was gone.
I stared at my dad's urn for awhile, feeling a weird sensation.My mom told me it was probably my dad trying to spend time with my lil bro since he never got to when he was alive.
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Paranormal encounters
ParanormalI see dead people! No seriously. A collection of ghost stories from my life. Share yours if you'd like.