Shortly after the depressing death of my grandmother, I began hearing voices and feeling a presence that sometimes makes physical contact with me.
The first incident that happened, and I find is somehow linked to what I am experiencing took place in my room, one of the places where there is always something unexplainable happening. I was wide awake one summer night. It was around four or maybe five in the morning, which was the time I usually slept at during summer. I was trying hard to fall asleep, but I knew something, or somebody that I couldn't see was in here, in my room. When I was about to get my first wink of sleep, I heard noices appearently emerging from the kitchen. It sounded as if the cabinets were being opened and medicine bottles containing pills were being dropped and opened.
I thought this might've had to do with my grandmother, maybe her coming back as a ghost, not knowing that she was dead. I imagine she was trying to get the medicine she took before "leaving". I was scared, but eventually fell asleep. I was awoken again after I felt pressure on the corner of my bed, as if grandma was sitting there, praying for me as she did when I could still hug her. I felt as if she were gently stroking my head and cheek with tenderness. This made me cry, and I heard, "I love you and will always be with you," being whispered.
After a few weeks, I still felt as if I were not alone in my room. It was not that this made me uncomfortable, but I decided to tell someone I deeply trusted, so I told my grandpa (my deceased grandmother's husband) about what I had been experiencing, and he told me that all night long for the past few days, he had been feeling someone touching his hair with tenderness and that he had been feeling like someone was giving him massages, as grandma would do. He told me about hearing voices, sounding like that of my dear grandma. I could not help but cry and have grandpa comfort me as a few tears rolled down his eyes.
I certainly hope she visits us again.