It was late in the month of october my grandmother passed on two weeks after my first birthday. Weird things started to happen. Don't get me wrong these weren't bad things just weird things. We would hear loud foot steps in the attic and in the hall. But when you looked there was no one there. When I was five I fell over the banister at my grandfaters house. It was a seven foot drop and I didn't even get a scrach. I could feel her ( or something catch me ) I am not the only one who as seen, or felt, her presence. My cousin sees my grandma walking up and down the halls at her house. My dad has conversations with thin air when you ask him who he is talking to he simply replies 'My mom'. Call it superstition or what you may but every night I say 'Good night grandma'. How it changed my life:Ifeel that her presence helps protect me
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