One day when I was 15, around 2002 - 2003 I came back from school like any normal day. I live in Sofia, so McDonalds was the easiest and great of lunches and I brought some lunch home and I sit to watch a show called Ghost Hunters.
Since I was 3rd grade I started to get interest in the paranormal, because I was different I wanted to believe there's life after death and so on, only this time I was surely receiving a surprise. While I was watching I heard footsteps and knowing my dad and mum are at work and of course neighbours were as well. There was virtually no one that was going to come unattended, they are not such kind of people.
Of course I went and checked the door and there was no one there, so I decided to turn back to my room.
While I was ready to lay down on my bed with the corner of my eye I saw a shadowy hand, almost a demonic one to slide from the wall and to try to grab me, I just jumped, my heart was racing, even now remembering this I just feel uneasy. When my parents came I told them the story but none of them even believed me, they said you are watching too much ghost stories. None the less everything was normal for a couple of days when a dark news came to our family that my grandad on my mums side died, I was devastated, but started to think was that some kind of premonition? Is that what a person see before death of a relative? Was it actually a ghost or my sadness from a heartbreak could of called the spirit?
I will never know, Nothing much had happened to me since then.