Although this collection is small, the events happened and I thought it would be pointless to publish them separately, so I put them into one post. The first encounter that I had was at my grandparents house in Birchington, Kent, England. I was about 9/10 years old at the time. It was a party, I can't remember what, may have been New Year celebrations, but I was sitting in the hallway when I caught something in the corner of my eye - a strange white mist floated past the front door.
I sat there frightened. I wanted to tell someone, but all the adults were in conversations, so I went up to the door, didn't open it, but waited to see if it came past again. It didn't. About 5 minutes later, the house went quiet to a large growling and barking outside the backdoor. It sounded like a large vicious dog waiting to be let in. My uncle rushed to the door, flung it open, but it was deathly still outside - A pin drop would have been heard. I was in the kitchen, which led to the door, at the time and I recall seeing a silhouette at the door at the moment of the barking. It hasn't been seen or heard to this day.
The second encounter came about a month or so after my grandfather's death, in May 2006, at my home in Welwyn Garden City, England. It was 2 weeks before my 14th birthday, and the night before his funeral. I was discussing it with my brother upstairs in his bedroom before he went to bed, to settle his nerves and concerns, when the radio turned on by itself and it was playing "You'll Never Walk Alone". This frightened the life out of my brother and I, but I became relaxed, because I knew my granddad was telling me that there was nothing to worry about and he would always be around.
The third encounter I am writing about is very fresh in memory because it happened last night. It was 2:00 AM, and I was working on some coursework in my bed, and I fell asleep. What happened next had me very confused when I woke up four hours 3 hours later. I had fallen asleep with my laptop on, never a wise thing to do, but when I awoke, I found it to be neatly placed on the desk next to my bed. I didn't think at first how it got there, only thinking about the work that I had left. I was dead scared that it hadn't been saved, but to my surprise, was saved. I was in shock. My parents had gone to bed before me and they didn't wake until 7:00 AM. What had gone on that night? One word came to mind. Granddad
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