My grandad isn't really my grandad, he's my mum's boyfriend's dad, but to avoid confusion and because he's the closest I've ever had to a grandad I call him that. In the same way I'll call my mum's boyfriend my dad because he's been in my life since I was four and has been more of a father to me than my biological father.
Anyway, my grandad died when I was twelve from lung cancer (kids, they don't issue warnings on the packets for nothing!). I wasn't allowed to attend the funeral but I attended the burial after he was cremated. Graveyards have always seemed at least 5 degrees colder than the outside world, but that day it felt colder and I had the feeling I was being watched. I brushed it off as just my imagination but I was still afraid to turn around and see if someone was stood there that I hadn't noticed before.
Fast forward a few weeks, I keep seeing a black figure around the house, typically where he used to sit in the living room or walking through the kitchen. Around the same time, my nan (not really my nan) was getting knocks at the door every day at around the time my dad and grandad would get to her house after work (they owned a barbering business in town that my dad now runs himself) but nobody would be there. Family life kind of fell apart after a few months, especially on my brother's eleventh birthday when my dad kicked my uncle (who isn't really my uncle... It's a strange family, alright?!) out of the house after a massive argument.
So the knocking at my nan's house and feeling like I was being watched and the occasional sight of a dark figure continue. Then my step brother (like I said, complicated family) brought his dog around. She's a really placid staffy, loves to play with everyone including complete strangers. She went into most rooms and sniffed at everything but sat in front of my parents' room. We were up there too to make sure Bambi (my step brother's staffy) didn't hurt herself on anything. I could definitely feel an ice cold breeze coming from my parents room despite it being the middle of summer and 25° outside, definitely not cold enough for the breeze.
My parents have also noticed a few things about how we kept narrowly missing accidents while travelling. Like a lorry overturning on the motorway and narrowly missing us. Narrowly missing getting tail-ended or tail-ending the car in front when a car stopped suddenly, buying ice cream before setting off home that meant we missed a major accident that killed 4 people. We all felt that all the incidents we saw were meant for us in some way. Especially the accident that killed a family of 4. My mum said that something has been looking after us and I knew she meant grandad.
I've always had my reservations about whether it's really him or just my imagination or something else because I've had a few not-so-good incidents too. What does everyone here think?
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Bad Ju Ju, some of the more sinister events include an event that happened the other night. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth. My parents were downstairs and my brother was in his room (he would have had to pass the bathroom twice if he were to do this and I would've seen him in the mirror both times). There was an almighty CRASH coming from my bedroom. It literally shook the floor! So I naturally went to see what the hell was going on (as did everyone else) and found my bass amp (which is big and very heavy, my dad can barely lift it) had been knocked over. It was the first time something had been moved, the other not-so-good things were very tame compared to that.
I have been keeping a journal of strange events as everyone has suggested and noticed a few patterns with the times of certain events.
Beginning to think it's possibly my grandad but also something that has latched onto me personally.