Deceased, Happy, And Excited Step Grandpa

To begin, I would like to clear up that I am NOT an adult, if it states so. I'm actually pretty young.

A couple weeks ago on the night of Christmas Eve, I was in my mom's room, straightening my hair for our traditional Christmas dinner. It was two nights before our one-week long vacation to Colorado.

My mom's stepdad has passed away of severe cancer that had spread all over his body about two years ago. He was an absolutely humorous and jokey man. Let's name him Richy.

Having lots of paranormal experiences, I am not very scared of things that randomly pop up in my daily life basis. My mum's bathroom isn't very big, as our house is small and cozy. Looking into my mirror, I almost felt a presence of something standing behind me, almost as if this presence of something or someone was urging him/herself to do something, as if they were telling themselves, "Do it now! No wait, ok. Now do it! No, do it now!" This continues for a few minutes. Then, I feel the presence quickly run out of the bathroom and out my mom's bedroom door.

The fire alarm goes off, the one right outside my mom's bedroom door. I turn off my straightener (just making sure nothing starts a fire), turn around, and take the abrupt right out the bedroom door. My twin sister, 'Eliza,' walks out our bedroom door - which is exactly to the left of the stairs - with brush in hand and scolds me. "Bella, you set the alarm off!" She sassily accused me. I felt the same presence happily running down the stairs, yet rushing to get out of the house, almost like it knew it was known but didn't want to be. To top off all of it, I actually saw a black silhouette-ish looking thing running down the stairs then dissolve right before it reached the end of the double flight of stairs. The fire alarm went off as soon as 2/3 of my sisters were out of their bedrooms (the third one was with a friend.) "Your smoke from the straightener set off the alarm, you idiot!"

"Eliza, no it didn't. There wasn't even smoke coming off the straightener." [I deeply apologize in advance if this sounds like a corny thriller story, this actually took place.] 'Alexa,' my other sister came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. "What the heck?" Alexa questioned.

"Gosh, Bella, stop it with your little white lies!" Eliza accused me. I was really upset that she was accusing me. I did not feel like sharing what I just felt and saw with my sisters, as I get very observant and quiet sometimes after I experience the paranormal. I walk back into my mom's bathroom and continue steaming my hair. Several minutes pass and I see a white orb appear in the middle of the mirror and travel diagonally up to the right and it was not very big. It was visible in the mirror for about two seconds. No, I was just imagining that, I thought. The mirror is dirty afterall, I excused.

The next day at my grandma's house, my mom tells my grandma, 'Ky,' about my experience. I told my mom everything and that I felt like it was Richy. "Bella," my mom said. "Ky told me she visited Richy's grave a couple days ago."

"Oh, so it was grandpa no doubt." I was beaming. I felt pretty prideful my step-grandpa contacted me again. "I bet he was wishing you guys good luck for your trip to Colorado!"

***

Two weeks later, after we got back from Colorado, I watched the Sixth Sense staring Bruce Willis with my family. This was after we watched the movie. We were sitting in the family room, talking about the movie and my mom pulls up an article about the paranormal. She was reading it out loud to herself. "Bella, listen to this. This thing says that the spirits of grandfathers tend to set off fire alarms and spirits drain lots of energy from technology to briskly move around."

"See, I told you!" I teased my stepdad, 'Al.' I told him that spirits can mess with technology. "I just felt like grandpa wanted to see all of us out of our rooms, mess with us by setting off the alarm, and was excited to just see all of us rounded up before we went on this trip."

What do you guys think?