My grandmother passed away when I was 11 years old. I was very close to my grandmother and she always told me that she wanted to me to be a good girl, and stay away from drinking and smoking etc.
A few years after my grandmother passed away I had started hanging out with a bad bunch of kids that were into partying. On this particular evening my parents were gone and I was home with my older sister; I was about 15 and she was 17. Well my sister decided to take a walk down the street with some of her friends and she told me she would be right back.
It was just about dusk, I stayed behind and turned on the stereo in the living room so that I could listen to music while my sister and her friends were gone. Only a few minutes after she’d left I saw my grandmother float from the hall into the living room. I stood there, dumbfounded, and yes I was scared to death. She didn’t walk; she just floated, stopping not far from where I stood by the stereo. She simply looked at me at shook her head in disapproval; after that she vanished.
I was so terrified that I ran out of the house and into the front yard. I was screaming and crying; I could see my sister and her friends down the street. As soon as my sister noticed me, she came running back; she was a little over half a block away. When she returned I was too traumatized to tell her what had happened, but after a while I did.
She did not really believe me, but thought maybe someone had gotten into the house, so her and her friends went to check out the house. They found nobody, as I knew they wouldn’t.
Vicky from Salt Lake City, Utah
