As a little child, when my great-grandmother (grandfather's mother) was alive, I used to be scared of her. Only reason I was scared of her was because she had these spots all over her skin. I was little so I did not know what that was. Every time my mother took me to visit her, I would cover my eyes until we left. When I look at her pictures now, I still feel a little uncomfortable. Many people in my family say she was good, but others say she was really bad. I could not say if she was good or bad when alive, but her being dead makes me think she was bad. Now I will tell you why that is.
Moving to an apartment in Tampa was okay at first. The first couple of months went by good. I was not seeing or hearing things, which was making me happy. All a sudden one day at home I was feeling down for no reason. I would cry without knowing why, my head would spin round and round so fast. I told my grandmother how I was feeling and she had told me to take a nap and maybe I will feel better when I woke up. Half an hour into my nap, I started to hear someone call my name. I thought it was my grandmother, so I woke up and turned around to see my grandmother there, but there was no one. I got out of the bed and walked to the living room and asked my grandmother what's wrong and she said she did not call me at all. I did not pay no mind to it and said to myself, that was me just dreaming and thinking it was really someone calling me. I had went back to sleep and in the morning I woke up with bruises on my lower leg. When I touched them, it did not hurt. I could not find how I got those so I decided not to tell anyone about it.
That morning I felt a little better, but my head was still spinning though. I went out to the pool and when I got back to my room, all my clothes and my bed sheets were thrown on the floor. I called my brother thinking it was him who threw my stuff on floor but he told me that he was still in school. That is when I started to get a little scared. I picked up all my stuff and put them away. After that I had a feeling of just staying in room and not wanting to see or talk to anyone. I lay in bed and listened to music on my Ipod. While listening to music, I fell asleep and woke up in middle of the night to the smell of burnt candles. I looked around my room and my candles were not lit or smelled burnt. So I opened my room door and all a sudden a cold breeze hit me. I went to turn off the AC but it was off. I started to shake a little while looking around the house for the burnt candle. I suddenly jumped to the sound of my room door shutting closed. Everyone in the house was asleep so I knew than that it was not human that was messing with me. I ran to my room and closed my door and looked all around the room but nothing or no one as there. As I usually do when I am scared, I got under my covers. So that is what I did. Then I was hearing as if lots of people were in my room talking together at the same time. Then after that I did not remember anything, but woke up in the morning with a huge headache.
My grandmother always told me, "In the light you cannot see the dark, but in the dark you can see the light." So with her always telling me that, I decided to sleep that night with the light on. I did not wake up until the next morning and felt good. One problem was that I woke up with more bruises but on my upper leg. My day went by well. Night came and I took the holy water and sprinkled a little bit on my bed and all over my room and some on me as well. I felt free in the next few hours. But then my bed started to shake a little and I was hearing the same voice as the last time say my name. I sat in bed and looked around and suddenly saw a hand reach out from the bottom of my bed. I screamed so loud but no one heard me. I quickly lay back down and put the covers over me and started to pray. My covers came off and I saw my great-grandmother and she was squeezing my arms and telling me, "You're next. You and your grandmother will pay." Then she would laugh and squeeze my arms harder. While this was happening, my room was filled dark with blue light as if it was fog and black shadows running across.
After that I woke up in the afternoon and ran out my room and did not want to enter my room anymore. My arms was filled with bruises and it was hard for me to explain what happened the next day to my grandmother.
For me to be able to sleep in my room I have to keep a rosary on my bed and a Bible in my room next to my bed. I still feel uncomfortable sleeping alone in my room. There are still days when weird things happen, but this was only time my great-grandmother appeared to me and I have no idea why.