Hey guys I've got a sad one now! Get your tissues ready!
Well, my mom purchased a flower shop about a year ago. It's a pretty big building. It has a basement, main floor, a loft, and an attic. This particular story takes place in the attic. The building we are in is over 209 years old. Around 60 years ago, the attic was an old apartment building. Nobody has been up there since we bought it. We use it for storage.
About 4 years ago, my grandma's dad died. He was awesome, but I didn't know him very well. My grandma was bored one day, so she decided to go up in the attic and do some cleaning. It's really dirty up there. Wallpaper is falling off the walls, and that kind of stuff. It's really creepy in there and there's no light up there whatsoever.
Anyway, she was up there sweeping, and she saw a box of Lucky Strike cigarettes. She knew that her dad ALWAYS smoked Lucky Strike cigarettes, so she thought she'd better pick it up. She turned around to empty her dust pan into a bucket that she had, and when she went back to pick up the box, it was gone. She searched the whole attic to see if she somehow accidentally kicked them or something, but they were nowhere to be found. She thought it was her dad coming to wish my mom good luck with the flower shop!
She came downstairs in tears and all she could say was, "He's here!" We already knew what she was talking about. I'll never forget that. Was it really him?
I really enjoy feedback and I'm sorry if you're bawling your eyes out! I know its a sad story. Thanks a lot for reading! I will definitely be posting more stories soon! Keep an eye out for more!