It all started when I was 8. It was near Christmas time I think. And I was all happy and running about because my Grandad and Nana where coming to stay. I wanted to stay up and wait for them to come but my Mam told me to go to bed so I did. Now I hadn't been asleep for long when my door opened and my Grandad came in and sat on the end of my bed. We talked for a bit he smelled like Grandad of pipe smoke but there was something different. He told me he had to go away but he loved me and if I ever needed him he would be there. Then he was gone.
The next morning I went downstairs to find Grandad but I couldn't find him. I looked everywhere until my Nana found me and when I asked where grandad was she told me that he died yesterday. Well I was devastated and confused, if my Grandad was dead then who was sat with me. I told my Mam about the man who looked like Grandad and she said I was just dreaming and that I shouldn't be so silly. I was so sure that it was Grandad.
Then a few months ago I was looking for somewhere to film for my school project. Me and some friends where looking round a community centre and I wanted to look in the kitchen which was at the bottom of some stairs. I went cold when I reached the steps and then when I got to the middle steps my throat when tight and I couldn't breathe. It was like something was tugging at my neck and then it was released and I fell down the stairs and fell unconscious. When I woke up my vision was blurry and I saw my Grandad looking at me checking to see if I was OK. I closed my eyes again. And the next time I awoke was to my friend Frazer calling my name. I sat up. I felt dizzy and my throat was dry. I thought I'd had asthma attack. I looked at Frazer, he was looking at my neck I wanted to see what was wrong so I went to the bathroom my neck was red. I made Frazer promises not to tell anyone.
I did some research when I got home and apparently there was a maid who had killed herself in that house on that stair case. I tried to tell my Mam and she told me that I was being silly and over dramatic. But I'm not. I don't know what's happening and now I keep waking up with little bruises on my arms. My friends think I'm self-harming but I'm not doing that to myself. And sometimes I feel as if am been watched and I get cold shrives down my neck.
I know now that my grandad is watching out for me but it's like there someone else watching me too and I don't like it. I'm only 14 and I don't know what's going on can someone help me please.
Sinner: ME and my Grandad where very close we where always the same on every level and he was always there for me until he died and my Nana said that he regret not being there to watch me grow up but now he can