When I was a little girl, me and my family would always travel to Mexico for Christmas and New Years. It would be me, my mom, my sister, my aunts and uncles, and a few cousins. We would travel by bus or by car and drive to Mexico. We would stay with my aunt and grandfather at their house.
While we were there, me and my sister and cousins would stay up late, wandering the house. It wasn't big but it was a two floor house. Well, one night, we were wandering around and were sitting in the living room near the front door. We were sitting there and my cousin suddenly said, "Did you know that our grandmother died in this house?"
We were all started talking about this topic, about our grandmother and how our parents remembered everything about her. As we were talking, we heard clashing in the kitchen. It sounded like someone clanking plates and glasses together. We looked at the kitchen and it was dark.
We started telling one another to go check it out. I ended up looking and I was only about 8 or 9 back then. Well, I went to the kitchen and looked inside. I stayed there staring at what I saw.
It was a tall slender shadow holding one of the plates in it's hands and a towel in the other. I couldn't scream, or, talk, or even move. This shadow kept washing the dishes, and I couldn't move or do anything.
It was about 5 minutes later that my cousin said, "Adrienne, you okay over there?" The shadow turned and saw me. The only I saw was the shadow turning and then fading, letting the dish and towel fall to the floor.
When the dish shattered I yelped and my cousins all ran to the kitchen. Since then, they don't believe me when I say that I actually saw our grandmother's shadow. They only laugh at me.
Ever since that experience, I've been trying to learn more about spirits and paranormal happenings. I hope I learn enough and have another encounter with my grandmother again.