My oldest daughter had an imaginary friend when she was younger; she said her name was Susie. Every time she was playing, Susie would be in the conversation. My husband thought nothing of it and we didn't discourage it. My daughter outgrew Susie, but recently, my youngest has started to talk to someone named Susie. Susie was my grandma's nickname.
Two years ago my grandma died. 10 days later at 3:20am I woke up from an awful dream about my older sister telling me she didn't do it, but she never said what "it" was. I thought nothing of it. At 4am I was still awake when my mom called telling me my sister was dead. Supposedly she overdosed on her husband's painkillers. She kept visiting in my dreams saying she didn't do it. It was ruled an overdose officially this year.
Throughout these past couple years I've seen things in the hall. One night I swore it was my grandma but my husband said I was watching too many scary movies. Next morning my oldest woke up saying she saw grandma. She described the exact thing I saw and my husband agreed it was a bit freaky, but he still doesn't believe. Since then, my daughter and I have both seen things. The dog barks at nothing, and I smell my grandma's perfume... I don't even know what she wore. We hear scraping, and my husband assumes it's something outside. My daughter sees faces in the window of the door, but no one is there. Things we know we put away go missing. We find them in the oddest places eventually.
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