My name is Shantelle Dunwoodie, I'm 15 years old and I live in Northern Ireland, I'm going to tell you a short story of when I saw my grandmother.
It was the 8th of September 2011, the day my 84 year old Grandmother died. I was devastated.
Some day near the end of July 2012, I'm not sure of the exact day, I and my mother had been arguing over silly things! And I was calling her rude names when I really shouldn't have been as she was still grieving of her mother dying. She was using the words "My mother can see what you're doing" and I took no acknowledgement of it.
Later that night around 3:01am I was lying in bed, I and my mum share a room she sleeps on a separate bed across from me. She was fast asleep and my dog Oscar was also asleep at the bottom of her bed. I was tossing and turning I just couldn't sleep. I suddenly felt this strong cold breeze and the room lighting up and I was facing the wall at this time and I happened to glance over to the far side of the room where my built in wardrobe is with no door and I saw something as white as snow and I turned around and leant over my bed to take a look then suddenly I froze.
I saw a woman bending over trying to get out of the wardrobe, she now looked like a grey figure and she was wearing a big white robe, like a princess. And then she looked up at me and I was screaming and shouting for my mum and even Oscar they couldn't hear me and the figure which turned out to be my Grandmother backed away out of the wardrobe and disappeared.