When I was a little girl my grandfather died during heart surgery. As soon as he died I started talking and seeing things that I didn't before. I was about 8 when he died, I'm 15 now.
When I was 8 I was laying in my bed, on my mother's laptop. Something seemed wrong so I looked up from the laptop to see a little boy looking back at me. He then smiled and gave me the raspberry and disappeared. I ran screaming to my father, who didn't believe me in any way.
A few days later I was talking on the phone with one of my best friends. I was drawing on a markerboard and then everything went quiet. I couldn't even hear my friend on the telephone. So I looked over and the same little boy was staring at me. He did the same as he did before, except he was so close to my face. He looked about 8 and wore a very antique, blue, English outfit. It had a hat with a feather, and white stockings leading into his shoes. After that I went to my friend's house and he detached from me. He stayed with her, constantly running up and down the stairs, and all over her upstairs. So I didn't worry anymore.
Now the one ghost that has me intrigued is the woman in white. I always thought she was my great-grandmother until I heard about other people seeing her. I even know someone who had her follow them for the longest time.
One day I was playing the wii with a friend when I kept seeing her over by my bakers rack. I would look over and she would just stare back. I looked at my friend and she quickly said, "Do you see her too?" She had a look and I believed that the woman was staring at her too. The woman has long black hair that always covers her face, a long white dress that is almost like a night gown, and a tall figure.
I was named after my great-grandmother who died of a brain tumor, but I wasn't even born yet, or thought about. So I always thought it was her. This woman is still following me and that happened when I was 9.
She has done many things like throw different objects in my room and breaking them all. She never threw them at me, but she would throw them. I began to talk to her and she would talk back. She seemed so harmless. If I was watching TV she would peak at me from the hallway. She never left my side. But when I would go somewhere she would get mischievous. She would open all the cabinet doors, rock the chairs, and run up and down stairs. She hasn't done much since then, but I still see her. The only thing is, is that she won't let me see her face?
I'm a very bubbly, warm-hearted person, like my mom. So I attract many things, as does she. She also works in the ER so she has ghosts around her constantly. I don't know how I came in contact with the ones I have. Although they don't scare me, it's just mysterious.