This is my first time writing a story on the site, so I'm going to give you a bit of a background check.
I've always been interested in ghosts and paranormal things. I'm a strong believer and I've done my research.
This story I'm about to tell you is something that hasn't occurred to me since my grandmother said something.
When I was 5, I watched as the paramedics took away my grandfather on a stretcher.
My grandparent's place was big. It had a HUGE opening when you walked into the house. Forward, you could go into the living room. Right, was a hallway that led to the other side of the house (I was always scared of going that way by myself, too many rooms with too little space and all). And left, was the small opening to the kitchen.
I was standing in the kitchen opening holding onto my aunt's leg.
I remember looking over to where the hallway began, and seeing my cousin (who would've been about 10-12). I thought nothing of it.
My grandpa died shortly after he was in the hospital.
Years later, we were talking about funny memories he brought everyone. Then the conversation began to get serious and we started talking about that day. While explaining to them about what I remembered, and my cousin, my grandma interrupted, "What? You're cousin wasn't there..." I insisted he was and I remembered seeing him. I KNEW it was him.
Looking back on what I remember, Matt (my cousin), had completely black eyes, a pale face and pitch black curly hair.
Everyone seemed pretty freaked out when I told them this, and my grandma suggested that it was the grim reaper. I asked why no one else had seen him, and they said that because I was only five, my senses were more open to the ghosts.
Since this may be a big, "HUH?" to everyone, I'll explain what I remember.
I was 5, watching my grandpa getting taken away. I looked over at my cousin (who was standing at the beginning of the hallway). He followed my grandpa slowly with his head and sight. He then snapped his vision over to me so fast that it startled me and I looked away, hiding my face in my aunt's leg. When I looked back, he was gone. I guess back then I figured he went downstairs or to the washroom. I was only five, so it's not like I cared, ha-ha.
I guess what I'd like is everyone's opinion. I don't know what I saw, or why it was taking the form of my cousin... But I'd really like SOMETHING to believe.
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