Hey everyone! Just like a lot of you, I've been reading stories on here for a while, but I eventually decided to write my own story because I think it's very interesting and very sweet. This happened Christmas Eve 2017.
Ever since I was a little kid, I've been sleeping out in the living room on Christmas Eve because I've always wanted to catch Santa. I don't necessarily believe in him anymore, but I still keep up the tradition because it's just what I've always done and it would feel extremely weird to not be sleeping on the couch on Christmas Eve. Anyway, I was facing the back of the couch, and all of a sudden, I felt this presence on my back. I just knew that there was someone standing behind me. I thought it might've been my grandma from my mom's side because we had an ornament with her face on it on the tree, but I listened to/felt the presence (I don't know what to call it), and I knew that it was my grandma from my dad's side. I don't know how I knew it with such certainty, but I knew without any doubt that it was her. I guess maybe the thought was put into my brain. Her presence was so strong that I thought that if I turned around, I would see her face. I turned around, but I didn't see her face. She stayed there, though. She wasn't freaked out by me turning around. I just stayed there for a while, enjoying her presence. In hindsight, I wish that I had talked to her. Even if she wouldn't have answered me, it would've been neat to let her know that I wasn't freaked out by her. I think she knew that, though. If I was freaked out by her, I think she would've left.
Eventually, I wanted to know what time it was, mostly because of the stereotype that ghosts show up at 3am. I knew that if I got up and checked the time, my grandma was going to leave, but I couldn't resist the urge. So I got up to grab my phone, which was charging on the counter, and it was 1:28 on Christmas morning. Sure enough, when I got back to the couch, she was gone. I wish I hadn't gotten up. Maybe if I would've stayed there all night, my dad would've gotten to see/feel her. When my dad was 14, she died of breast cancer. She came to him in visitation dreams 3 times, and it helped him accept her death. I know that's not really related, but I think it's interesting that she had come down to earth before, sort of.
I actually have a theory of why my grandma came to visit me that Christmas, out of all the other Christmases I've been alive. So that whole year, my aunt was sick with cancer and a whole lot of other stuff. In October of 2018, she died. So maybe my grandma knew that my aunt was going to die, and she came to warn me. I know that I'll probably never know for sure, but I think that's a pretty good theory. My aunt was also the first child of hers to die, so maybe that also played a part in it? I don't know.
Anyway, that's my story. This might be my only story. I don't have ghost experiences. Every once in a while I have this strong feeling that I'm being watched in my room, but that's not really concrete enough because I'm never sure if it's a ghost or not. I'm really bad at ending things, so bye, I guess?