I've had many ghost experiences, but today I'll be telling you the experiences I have encountered only at my grandmas, from the first encounter, to the most recent experience I had. Her son (my uncle) died inside that house from throat cancer, he had a hole in his throat so he could eat, talk, and breath out of.
Sadly I don't think he died happily, or peacefully. He was never happy, always in a bad mood, and very antisocial. I wasn't sure if the spirit was him, or another spirit pretending to be him, so I would try too communicate by using a an old necklace of my grandma's.
Back then I never knew you could actually communicate with spirits by using personal or items close to them. I thought I invented this new way to communicate with the other world. I asked if it was my uncle, the necklace started moving up and down, so I decided that meant yes, I asked if he was a mean, evil spirit, and also asked if it wanted to hurt me. The necklace went sideways, which meant no, and circle meant maybe or unanswered.
As time passed, when I would visit my grandma and stay the night a lot of the times, I always felt like I was being watched. I was on edge all the time, tense, unknowingly preparing myself for the worst.
Days come, time passes. This spirit would start misplacing my stuff like my phone, confused about how it disappeared when it was just in my sight. I started looking everywhere, even calling it from the home phone to make it easier, but I never heard it. I look under a pillow thinking to myself "why the hell am I looking under a pillow for"
Later on, still empty handed I get this strong feeling that I needed to look under that same pillow again. When I looked, I surprisingly see my phone at the same place I looked before when it wasn't there. As I lifted the pillow my phone vibrated from getting an incoming text.
He has always misplaced my bobby pin, the only bobby pin I had over there. Placed on a clean table, right in plain sight, so I wouldn't end up losing it, but I lost it somehow because it wasn't on that table I laid it on. Again I am looking everywhere for this small, thin hair pin. I walk in the hallway and got a strong feeling that I needed to look on the wall, automatically knowing that's where I would find it without looking up first, as I was thinking 'why the hell would my bobby pin be on a wall?"
Come to find out... There was my bobby pin in between a nail that was holding a picture up on the wall right by the room my uncle died in. I grabbed it, and observed it to see if this was another bobby pin, or if it was dusty from being up there for a while, kind of feeling freaked out, because I finally realized out that spirits and other paranormal phenomenons are as real as ever without any doubt, hoping I won't be dragged down the hallway, or hurt in anyway, because I always had that feeling, but nothing physical ever happened.
I was cleaning my grandma's kitchen while on the phone with an old friend. I head into the living room for some reason I don't remember, and seen the chair right by the hallway rocking back and forth with a pair of reading glasses placed perfectly in the middle.
Chair usually stops rocking quickly when someone gets up or even when someone pushes into it, because of the fact of gravity, but it was still rocking at the same pace for about 1 minute or so. I began to cry, and felt my throat tightening up as I had a feeling that those were my uncle's glasses.
I began to grow curious with multiple thoughts like, What does it want? Is it trying to get my attention for a reason? Is this really my uncle? I felt like this presence I felt while staying over there was not a pleasant one, I felt scared, and unsafe.
The next day I ask my Grandma whose those glasses belonged too, come to find out she said "Those were your Uncle Roy's." I freaked out and asked where these were placed before they appeared on the chair last night? She said that she didn't remember so I decided to tell her about what happened, already knowing that she wouldn't believe, but was hoping she would. She didn't believe me.
I began to tell my friends, and told them I could prove it to them that this was real, also to prove to myself that I wasn't loosing my mind after all. I invited two friends, and my cousin.
There was another cousin that was a boy, he was in the my Grandma's room sleeping or something, and the rest of us were putting make-up on each other, and having a blast in the living room. Someone noticed a shadow that kept passing back and forth on the door reflecting on the hallway walls from the light that was turned on in that room.
We all looked, and saw the shadow going back and forth in front of the door as well. We huddled together and became frightened. Then we remembered that my other cousin was also in the house. So we thought he was messing with us, feeling a little relieved, but still scared, we agree too go and see if it was my cousin. We held each other's hands while walking so closely by each other through the hallway to the room where the shadow was in.
As we make it to the door of the room, and poked our heads to see what was in there. There was nothing in the room, we looked in the closet, and under the bed to try to see if he was hiding and never found him. While all of us are in shock we went in the room he always stays in to only see that he was sound asleep. We would have seen him sneak into the room as well as out, because the closed door in his room was in plain sight.
Years later, nothing has really been happening and my Grandma was growling older and weaker, already paralyzed from only her right side from falling, sadly knowing her time was almost out... I looked up ways to help guide my uncle to the light for him, and to help the next family that will move into the her house.
Already knowing this was a very dangerous thing to do, I felt like I needed to do this. I thought about doing it all night, but I was to scared to follow through, thinking the worst outcome that could happen. That same night when I was trying to fall asleep the little pantry room across from me, that had magnets to hold it shut, opened for the first time ever. After all of the years I've been sleeping over there, never has that pantry door opened until that night. It creeked open, and I heard a pop from the magnets disconnecting, I freaked the hell out, frozen, scared to turn my head to see if that noise was really the pantry opening.
I ended up falling asleep somehow, and woke up the next morning, minutes later after waking up the TV turned on by itself. She's had that TV for years and it has never had a timer set, or anything else to have it automatically turn on. I freaked out once again, thinking that maybe he was mad that I tried to help him. Then I thought what if he was mad that I didn't help him?
I'll never know now, my beautiful Grandma passed a year ago, and I haven't been at that house since.