I've never written a story on here before, and I've been meening to since last year. I thought I'd submit one now as something really creepy went on!
I don't know if it's a ghost story, I feel like it's an angel but?
The other day me, my Mum and my Nana were sat in my nana's house. She lives in a big block of flats with 18 houses in it. My Grandad passed away last month (on the 20th of August) and ever since I've had an even stronger feeling of someone watching me. It's the sort of watching that you do youself, when you watch someone and you're smiling. [Every time I look at the corner of the stairs (you can see them through the mirror) I think I can see him...]
I got the newspaper (it was sat infront of my Grandfather's chair neatly folded in half) and flicked through it. I came to a story about a tv presenter's father dying of lung cancer the day before my grandad did. I found it strange and went to the puzzles page. This was my grandad's favourite and I was looking at the clues for the crossword. As soon as I picked up his pen and pressed it against the paper, the light went out.
I wasn't the only one to witness this, as my Mum and Nana were both sat at the table too. We all looked at each other and I gave a nervous laugh... Was this my Grandad trying to say "Get off my crossword!"?
Anyway, I left the puzzle and gave it to my mum, who, in less than 10 minutes finished it and closed the paper. As soon as she did the light came back on.
What do you all think? Was it him or was it just a coincidence? Both my Nana and Mum agree it was him.
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