I am 20 years old, and was recently living out of home. Since 1 year ago, I moved back in with my family to save up some money to move into my own place. In a small town called Calen, in QLD Australia.
My first experience was when I was 10 years old. My occurrences began not long after my grandfather passed away (he was a world war II veteran). I was sitting outside on the stairs, when I found myself staring at the Bowls Club next door to my house. My grandfather used to play lawn bowls over there on a weekly basis. I was staring at the green when all of a sudden, I saw my grandfather standing there staring there, reaching out to me. I shrugged it off as imagining it because he had not long ago passed away, but every week, on the same day, at the same time it would happen again. This went on for months.
I moved out of home, and had a few strange things happen when I had gotten my own place. I was pregnant and had my baby's room set up for her. I used to walk up the stairs and all of her toys that I had gotten for her, would all start randomly going off. I wasn't sure why they would, but that night I was remembering that my grandfather and I used to sit down and play with all my music toys together. I kept myself thinking it would be him watching over me, and letting me know that he was there. I also used to have the feeling of someone sitting on my bed, and someone walking up my stairs. This would happen very early in the morning.
When I moved back into home, I was sleeping on an air mattress. For weeks there was nothing wrong with it, until it suddenly started getting a leak, so at 3am in the morning, I would find myself waking up to pump the mattress up again. The first time I had to get up to pump it up, I went to lay down, and all of a sudden, a white mist went past my bed, and I heard footsteps, then I heard chains in the ceiling. It scared me and I turned on all the lights and went around the house with the first thing I could find, thinking that someone was in my house. But to no avail, not a thing was stirring in the house. Everyone was still asleep.
I decided to sleep out in the lounge room the next night. In the lounge room there is a painting of my grandfather on our prize horse Black Beauty, and I find myself staring at it for hours on end. It was 3am, I wasn't able to sleep, all the lights were off. When all of a sudden, the painting became brightened with light, and I watched as my grandfather climbed off the horse, looked at me and smiled and waved, and said goodbye. After that night, nothing else out of the ordinary has happened. And I haven't seen him again, nor have I heard any noises or bumps in the night.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope someone can give me some answers as to what it was my grandfather was trying to tell me, or what the chains and footsteps could mean.
If anything else happens I will be sure to keep everyone posted.
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