My Namesake Sticking Around

So, this is my first story here on YGS, and probably one among many.

Quick background of my experiences on life: I've had paranormal/supernatural/spiritual/pick a synonym experiences all my life. They range from harmless to confusing to downright terrifying. I also have a phobia of ghost/non-human entities, so there's that.

What I will be sharing here are my experiences with my great grandmother (and two stories that my grandmother told me about her). Someone whom I never met. She died before I was born, and I was named after her.

So, let's start at the beginning, shall we?

Well, my great grandmother passed away when my mother was in her teens, probably about eight years before I was born. Before she passed away though, there were two amazing experiences that my grandmother passed to me. When my great grandmother was laying in her bed, dying, she was ready to let go and pass, but she saw a vision. She saw her late husband come to you and tell her, "You can't go yet, Tressie. [My grandmother] is going to need you soon. You need to stay here for her." So, she stayed and the next day my grandmother's husband left her.

Fast forward to the day of her death. My great grandmother had a lot of friends and they all brought her lots of flowers and potted plants to bring comfort to her during her final months. Important fact. So, my grandma kept a vigilante watch over her mother during the final days, keeping the plants alive, as well. She has always had an amazing green thumb. I wonder if she's part faerie, sometimes! Joking aside, the time came and my great grandmother passed. My grandma was there when she passed, physically. It was very sad and she felt as though her mother was still there in the few moments after her last breath. She decided she needed to call their friend, who was also the doctor/coroner, about it so he could come and take care of things. When she returned to the room, only a few minutes later, she was absolutely shocked. Every. Single. Plant. Was dead. Every single one, even the healthiest of the potted plants. Wilted and dead. My grandma was always shocked and amazed by this. She feels that her mother loved the plants so much that she took them with her!

So, with that background, we fast forward to me being alive! Yay!

Growing up, no one told me that ghosts weren't real or anything along those lines. I grew up in the same house that my great grandmother died in, but didn't know until I was older. This was a big house (4/5 bedrooms, 3 bath rooms, probably 2,000-2,500 sqft) and an old house. There were lots of things that my child mind probably ran wild with, but there was one thing for certain; I hated being near/going into the guest bedroom in the back. Why? I didn't know for a while, but I eventually realised something... It felt like someone else was there. I didn't know what or who or how, but I just DID NOT like it! I would want to go in, but then I felt that presence and it frightened me, so I would quickly leave. Well, later on, I was told that that was where my great grandmother had died! I guess she never really truly left!

I also hated sleeping in my own room at night, but that's foggy as to why. I always felt like there was this presence hanging around if I was alone, so I would often go join my grandma.

Well, moving on to my elementary years, I was at school and had been helping a teacher during recess instead of playing like a normal kid. The bell rang, signalling us to go line up to be escorted back to our classrooms. Well, me being me, I took my time just meandering back to the line from a classroom I'd be back in within a few moments! What's the point, right? Well, apparently that wasn't going to sit well for someone unseen. I felt a push, nothing aggressive, to hurry me up. Something a mother would do to a child to shoo them along. Forceful, but loving. It was enough to make me stumble forward a bit and spin around in question. There was no one around. Not at all, just this sudden light breeze for a few seconds and that was it. I also could have *sworn* I heard someone say something. Needless to say, I hurried my tush to the line. I told my mom and grandma about it and they both agreed it sounded like something my Namesake would do!

Now, small things happened here and there, and I began to notice an entity, well, entities living in my room. I'd hear conversations, friendly ones, and joking and laughing. When my room was messy/dirty, the main entity would seem to be angry or upset. There's be a slight negativity to it. I began to be able to visualize and see who these entities were. I recognised one as my great grandma (from photos) and the other I didn't know. So, I went to my grandmother (whom I lived with) and described the second entity to her. She quickly answered with who it was as if I had shown her a picture! I told her that they lived in my room and she didn't even bat an eye. I told her about their conversations, their joking, the upsetness I felt when my room was messy. She just laughed and said, "That sounds like [your great grandmother]!" She also agreed that it sounded like my great grandma's friend, Mary.

Since I've moved away from my grandmother, I haven't noticed my great grandma much, but it was a cool thing to grow up with. It was a nice positive to have in all the crazy I had.

Though, I do have a question in all of this;

Do any of you feel it is possible for the spirits of the departed to freely come and go? It felt like she more "visited" than lived there 24/7.

Thank you for reading, and I promise, I will get better at writing these. I'm just trying to build up the courage to write out the less than pleasant stories that I need help with.