Before I start you must know something: I have been able to see ghosts ever since I was little. They really scared me but now I just sort of ignore it. Now for my story.
When I was 11, my gran was taken into hospital due to her second stroke; we all knew she wouldn't make it, so we were all making the most of things.
Gran was steadily getting worse and we couldn't bear the situation. My dad was taking me home late on the Wednesday night, and my mum had asked me if I wanted to say bye to my gran (as in, I'll see you tomorrow.)
As I went to walk into the room an old man wearing hospital clothes just suddenly appeared in front of me. I could make out that he was old but that was about it - he was very blurry. He just screamed at me
"GET OUT!" and I was so scared I just stopped dead. I told my mum that I would just see my gran tomorrow, and left with my dad.
As I was walking out of the ward, I turned only to be faced with the ghost smiling at me. I made me feel sick because it was a very sly, mischievous grin and I was filled with hatred for him.
The next day my gran passed away and I've always regretted letting that man get the better of me. I never got to say goodbye.
So I have a question that I would appreciate so much if it were answered:
Do ghosts know when people are at their end?
Thanks for reading my story.
Your helper,
God's daughter