I was only young when my Grandma died. Quite young. I don't have straight memories of her, but neither does it scare me when she visits me.
My Grandma left my mum and dad her house, so we were living there for the while. Being there helped me to remember her a bit. But in the living room was a fireplace and my grandma's chair that scared me. My parents would laugh, but I knew something was there. One night, I was only about 5, I woke up from having a accident in my bed. My parents told me to go get the bed sheets from the tumble-dryer. I walked downstairs. Now the kitchen (where the tumble dryer and washing machine is) is a corridor away from the place where the fireplace and Grandma's chair was. So in order to get to the kitchen I had to pass through the living room. So I tip-toed through the living room, and as I was half way through, the fire turned on. I went over and turned it of (its a electric fire). I walked towards the corridor again. The fire turned on again. I turned it off again. As I walked to the corridor like I had the other times before, the fireplace turned on again. I got angry this time and turned it off and said "Stop!" I went and got the bed-sheets and went back to bed.
I was 10 that year. My parents were next door visiting my neighbor, and I am a only child and because they were next door I was alone. Somehow, I was eager to sit in my Grandma's chair, but before I could get there somebody was there before me. Even though no one was there, you could see the imprints of somebody sitting there. Even I recall there being no imprints before.
It is a mystery to me who was there. Maybe it was Grandma, maybe it was someone who lived in that house before my Grandma and haunts that place.