I still remember this memory. When I was 6 (I'm 14) I visited the Philipines where I visited my cousins and witness the funeral of my grandmother who I never met. It was sad because she was loved but I never got to love her. So after the funeral my family went home.
I got tired and decided to take a nap. I napped for an hour or 2. When I woke up everyone was downstairs. I know because I heard my mom's voice and my uncle's voice. I stood up and I saw an old woman on the rocking chair staring at me and smiling. She had a white dress on with a few rips and she had shining grey hair. I got frightned because I thought it was a bruha or witch in Filipino.
I ran downstairs and jumped into my mom's arms. I told her what happened and she investigated. I went with her. In the room I saw the rocking chair but not the old woman. My mom asked me this question, "Jek (Nickname) was she wearing a white dress and had grey hair?" I said yes.
A few years later I asked my mom again about the old woman. She explained to me that it was her mother that saw me. I was scared and happy. Scared because I saw my first ghost. Happy because I got to see my Grandma. I hope I see her again so I can talk to her.
Though what was weird that day was that moment was only a hour after the funeral. I have always wondered if my grandmother's spirit rised out of her grave. Well actually everytime I see a ghost I always wonder how did they reach us.
Is it from the spirit world? Did some person use a Ouija Board? We will never know until we experience it.