The Man In My Room And My Special Grandmother

This is my first time sharing my experience in here so I apologize if my writing skills aren't as good as others, bear with me! I just want to give you a bit of background history to make this story easier to understand.

At the age of 6 my disabled sibling was born and my grandparents brought me up so my parents could focus on my sibling, although, my parents lived down the road and I was free to visit whenever so I didn't have a sad childhood-just a very lucky one.

Anyway, at the age of 16 I wanted to move back in with my mother, who had by now divorced my father. The council had given her a 3 bedroom house which, to be fair, my mother did to a good standard (it had only had one occupant previously from it being built, and they had died of natural causes in the bathtub so I hope this gives you a clue to how old the previous occupant was, which isn't too old for an age of a house.) My mother had given me the large rear bedroom and I absolutely loved it!

Around 3 months after moving in, I was lying in bed around 11pm when I felt a light weight on the end of my bed, nothing too alarming but enough to feel. I looked and saw nothing. This event repeated itself on and off for weeks but never actually scared me.

The whole house would do strange things, but besides my mother, nobody else actually was bothered by it. However, I arrived back from college one afternoon to see my mum surprised at seeing my face.

"When did you get dressed?" She asked.

"Mam I've been in college all day so I've been dressed all day!"

It was 4pm now, and I had been out of the house since 9am. She then said, "No, you were definitely in bed when I got home an hour ago, I saw you in bed, and you even said 'no thank you' when I asked you if you wanted a coffee?". Well, I definitely wasn't!

A separate event that happened in my bedroom was whilst it was just me and a friend staying there. We had both got into bed and around 3 am she woke me saying there was a man stood next to me (I always sleep on the outside if the bed or the side closer the door as I have always had a weird feeling about being able to escape or knowing that I am confined somewhere does not sit well with me). I woke up and I saw nothing. She carried on getting more and more upset and describing him in perfect detail until I put my glasses on. There, to my right hand side, was a hooded man, but if I am honest I didn't really think I was awake until my friend point blank refused to sleep in my room and insisted on going downstairs.

Fast track 3 years later, I went to see a psychic and medium (a couple) after then my best friend and beautiful, brave and courageous Grandmother took her life. Before I even mentioned my grandmother or anything associated, the lady (I'm not sure what her job was but she made me pick out a few cards with pictures on) told me a man was with me, but I refused for her to say any more as I told her she must be confused- I had never lost any males in my life so she must be mistaken. The psychic told me it was my grandmother who sat on the end of my bed (which made me feel somewhat relieved).

This has stuck with me, as I know live with my partner in our own home, and I think about my Grandmother every day and hope whoever this male was will keep away, but would like to hear any other users who have lost family members in this way and if you those types of deaths leads to a different afterlife? Might not make sense, but the vicar told the family that people who take their own life are different beings. Is this what this man is?

Thank you for reading, I am sorry if events are jumbled I just wanted to write it so it might make chronological sense.