I am really embarrassed to submit this story, but this is something I have to get off my chest and come to terms with.
When I was a little kid I hated my grandmother because of the way she disliked my father. She never wanted my parents to get married. She never ceased to make that point clear. I hated to go visit her. I use to cry a lot to go back home to see my dad. She used to push dissention in our family. This would sometimes cause discomfort and misery to me as a child. When she died of lung cancer, I was glad because that meant that I never had to visit her home again. I actually felt no emotion to this, when it happened.
On the day of the funeral, my mom said it looked bad on my part because I refused to show remorse. So I pinched myself to force tears out my eyes so that people can see me cry at my grandmother's funeral. It did not bother me to do this sign of fakeness. But the next day, I awoke seeing her form choking me in my sleep. I was gasping for air. I thought I was going to die. But after a while the choking sensations ceased.
I never told anyone this. Not even my parents. I just want to know if this was my imagination, or if my grandmother came back from the grave to harm me because of my dislike of her.
Sensitive remarks will be greatly appreciated.