I have had a few experiences in my life that seem as though they could do with the paranormal. I also in my life have experienced a few close deaths. The story I am about to write right now seems to me like it could be something to do with it. Earlier this year, a few times actually, I was laying in my room in the dark and I would look at my door and see a man in plaid. I thought nothing of it, I just thought my eyes playing tricks right? Well maybe...
It happens in the morning, my door is always loose, it creaks open in the middle of the night, so when I wake up in the morning it's open. But that's just my door. A few times I looked out and there was a man in red plaid. I didn't know what to do, it terrified me but I didn't feel threatened. You couldn't really see the rest of him and of course he was nearly completely transparent but you couldn't notice his plaid shirt and his face was some what visible. Now I was freaked out. I had told my boyfriend of this, and he just was like ooo creepy. No help.
I was talking to someone later, not necessarily about this and they told me that my grandpa had died not too long ago. He was a logger who had gotten paralyzed years ago and had left my grandma, so I thought that was a weird coincidence, it didn't happen more that twice, but there was this time when my boyfriend was standing by my door, (my room is tiny so he didn't need to come close just to ask me a question, which is what he was doing, about what I don't remember) and this hand came through the door by his head, I freaked out and he just asked me what I was freaking out about and I told him, he was a little freaked out but you would be too more than likely.
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