My Parents split when I was 9 years old; I lived with my mother and visited my father on the weekends. He lived in a flat on the second floor, and below him lived a friendly elderly lady who was always nice towards me and my younger brother.
As the weekends went by, my brother and I continued to visit our father and often saw the lay below. On this certain Saturday, me and my brother were playing in the grass patch with our toys and the lady came over to us, gave us a sweet each and told us to be safe and happy. As a 10 year old, I didn't think much of it.
I went to bed that night. I woke very early about 5:15 because I needed the toilet. As I climbed back into bed, I looked out my door and saw the old Lady staring at me, I looked back at her and she smiled at me and then she walked away and disappeared. This scared me as I heard no doors open or close and I was up the rest of the night listening.
Whilst eating breakfast, I told my father what happened and his face whitened. It turned out that, the elderly lady below us had died in the early hours of that morning.
I believe I saw the Lady just after she died and that she came to say goodbye to me. That was 8 years ago and I still believe that.
What do you all think? Please no rude comments...
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