People enter a ghost story website to be scared in some way or another, but in my personal opinion not all ghosts should be feared. I would like to share my ghostly experience, it didn't scare me, but it gave me the reassurance I desperately needed.
My Step-Mother's grandmother - my Grandma - died in May 2008. She was diagnosed with cancer 2 years before so we knew her death was approaching; we just didn't want to admit it. She was the backbone of the family, we were all worried that the family would fall apart without her to hold it up and it did. I was half way through sitting my exams when she died. I had an English exam that ended just as her life ended. I was scared; I'd never been so lost in my life. I was worried that she wasn't going to see me do well in my exams, I was more worried that maybe she wouldn't watch over me because we were not blood relatives. Both those worries went away due to the following experiences.
The first thing that happened was maybe an hour after Grandma's passing. I had to go back to school to sit my second English exam. I was so messed up in the head; it wasn't until I sat in my seat that I felt better. As I looked at my desk there were scribbles all over it, on one corner of the desk the name snoopy was written. Snoopy was the name of my Grandma's dog that died a few months before she did. I ignored that but my eyes drifted towards another corner of the desk, the name Violet was carved, that's my Grandma's name. It may just have been coincidence, but I'm not so sure.
Grandma gave the majority of the family little signs to let us know that she's there. Her name would randomly show up in places, the sunset the night of her passing was a strange colour, it had never been like that and it hasn't been like ever since, her belongings showed up from time to time on pillows or in places they shouldn't be.
A few months after Grandma's death I was sick, really sick. I was bed bound and all I wanted was a warm heart comforting me. I was laid in my bed, alone in the house and I felt something cold brush along my feet. I just thought it might have been a loose window or an air vent. A few seconds later I felt a weight press down my bed beside me and a hand on my shoulder. I was scared for maybe a second or 2 but then I smelt the scent of lavender, my Grandma always smelt of lavender. I knew then that I was being looked after. I felt better and all I could do was cry happy tears.
All these things can be so easily brushed off, but I know I could feel my Grandma with me so strong that it felt like she was still alive. I know she is protecting me, comforting me. Like I said, not all ghosts have to be feared.
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