So when I was about 5, I was visited by my great grandfathers ghost. I didn't know he was dead, so I thought nothing of it. It was thundering and lightning outside, and I dropped my favorite stuffed animal, and he walked in, picked it up, tucked me in, said "I know, Emily, that someday you will find someone out love. Don't forget to chase your dreams, and one day you will find him." Then he simply walked out.
Now I know you may be thinking "you were 5, how could you remember this? Even if you did, maybe you were dreaming." I wrote it down after that, right after that. This was at like 8 PM so...
The next day I asked about him, and my grandma said he died over 60 years ago. I sometimes hear footprints upstairs, even if I'm home alone, and doors close by themselves. I even had another confrontation by him.
I was doing a project for school a few months ago in october, and it was an interview about our family history. So later on the evening I got the project details, he walked into my room. He sat at my desk, wrote for quite some time, then walked away, not acknowledging my present whatsoever except for a smile. I look at the paper, and it was the answer to all the questions I was gonna ask for the project.
Tbh I still think he's here, watching over me and protecting me.
