This is the first time I share my story with so many people (except for my husband and a very close friend nobody knows about it). I always get a little touchy when I talk about it, now more than ever as I came to find a few things that left some questions unanswered (but that's another story).
Although I was only 4 years old when my maternal grandfather was killed in a hit and run accident I can still remember every detail of that fateful night, probably because I was his only granddaughter and he spent every free time with me, we created a very special connection and those memories are still very vivid in my mind. My grandparents lived with us, and after my grandfather's death I grew very attached to my granny.
On to the story now, when I was younger my mom had a very pleasant way to wake me up (I was around 11 when it happened), she would come to my room and start petting my hair and say that it was time to wake up. One Sunday morning, I woke up and turned my TV on to assist my favourite show, a few minutes later I heard my parents and realised they were up and getting ready to go to church. As I heard my mom heading towards the bathroom and started talking to my dad, and me being a small brat, pretended to be asleep expecting my parents to pity me and reconsider taking me with them. So I stood very still, eyes closed listening to the cartoons on my TV at the same time. Suddenly, I heard my door opening, footsteps coming around my bed in my direction (it was queen sized bed and I used to sleep on the opposite side from the door) and stopped by my side. Then started petting my hair and all of the sudden was gone. I quickly opened my eyes and my mom was nowhere to be found and I could still hear my parents talking! I thought it was odd and was a little intrigued but still thought my mom had come to my room and I just missed her. I got up, got ready and left with my parents and granny to the church.
On our way there, I asked my mom why she had "woke me up" without saying anything and how she got out of the room so fast, she gave me a confused look and said she didn't go there because she saw me getting up and getting ready! Then I asked my dad, he said the same thing... Then my granny, and she said she got up very early (like usual) and didn't go to the upper floor after getting up. My mom asked what was that all questioning for and I replied that I must have dreamt it. Of course I knew better.
The funny thing is, right after that the thought of my grandfather just popped out in my head and I this overwhelming feeling came over me! I didn't feel scared, actually the thought of having him visiting made me very happy.
In any case, I would very much like to know what you think about it.
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I will say though that the part about you pretending to be asleep to get some attention cracked me up. Kids love attention haha.