Last night I was up late studying for AP testing when something strange happened. It was about 2am and I was totally consumed by my studies when a sudden loud noise interrupted my focus. I expected it must have been one of my family members who had woken up, but when I looked up I saw a medal swinging from a hook on the wall, clanking against some family photos.
Despite having had a few paranormal experiences in the past, my immediate reaction was skepticism (mainly because all my other experiences had been marred by fear, whereas this time I felt no sense of threat). However, after some "paranormal investigation" I concluded that none of the air vents were blowing the way of the medal, nor would the air conditioning system be strong enough to move a medal that size.
After confirming it was a spirit who came to visit me, I sat there trying to figure out who it was, half expecting to see an actual ghost. I decided it must have been my friend who passed away a few months ago, but I couldn't figure out why he would be drawn to the wall of family photos. Perplexed by who the spirit might be and even more perplexed as to why the experience hardly caused me any fear, I suddenly became soothed by a sensation of someone (or something rather) rubbing my shoulder. Eventually I went back to studying for a while before finally getting to bed.
This afternoon I found out that my grandfather had passed away. He was the one who visited me last night. What makes the whole experience a little more remarkable is that my grandfather lived all the way across the Atlantic from me in Norway. It comforts me to know the spirit realm isn't restricted by worldly laws of distance and time. If anything, my grandpa's closer to me now than he's ever been before.
I love you so incredibly much, Grandpa. Thank you for coming to visit me before you left. Rest in peace.
Du er verdens beste farfar
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