My grandma had passed away in February of 2003. And it really took its toll on my older sister and me. You see my grandmother was super honest and she didn't care if what she said hurt your feelings. My family always knew this very well. Well after about 9 months after her passing my sister and her kids had come to visit to help my mom adjust. My oldest niece Mashay used to tell us "Grandma Bina is getting mad that you guys keep sitting in her spot at the end of the couch." That had always blown my mind! But anyways it was really cold the night my sister came down from Denver and we had just got done cleaning the kitchen after dinner so mom wouldn't have to.
We sat down for awhile and played with the kids and she asked if she could go into my room to lay my nephew down for a bit. Of course I said yes. Well turns out they fell asleep on my bed and all the couches were taken in the front room, which only left one place to sleep. Downstairs. I hated going downstairs alone; something about it always gave me the creeps. It always seems when I go down there day or night alone or with anyone it feels like I'm being watched. Then I have to run up the stairs because it feels as if someone is chasing me, but for some reason that night it didn't bother me to go down there.
Ok, so I walk down stairs with a blanket and pillows and get settled on my grandparent's old couch and I start to fall asleep but still somewhat awake in the dark I feel someone is there and I can't help but hide under the blankets. All of a sudden I hear a real quiet voice say "God damn it Sarah, get your feet off my couch." Then it hit me, it was Grandma! She used to say that to me all the time! I had woken up the next morning and ran up stairs and had told my sister what had happened. I had never seen her face go so white. She had told me that she had seen grandma peek her head around the corner while coming up the stairs that morning. Turns out we had both seen her.