I never met my dad's mom, because she died before I was born. She had cancer, and while she had her treatment done my mom would go and visit her. My mom said that my grandma got so worked up to see me and she was so excited to see her son's baby. But one fateful night she died. She may never have seen me during life but she did promise herself that she would see me.
When my parents were together about thirteen years ago they wanted to buy a house. Being new parents themselves they wanted a cheap but decent house. But they didn't know they would be getting a haunted house. Every person who lived there saw dead relatives and friends. Well, one evening my dad thought it was hot so he went into the closet and tried to open the window. It didn't budge. He gave up.
So, during one night my mom was sleeping and woke to her name being called. Sure enough it was my grandma. But she spoke fast but spoke with wisdom.
"Hannah's foot is caught in the crib".
When my mom went into the bedroom my foot was caught.
The next week she made another appearance. This time she said "Hurry your curling-iron is on". My mom hurried into the bathroom. But the electronic device was slipping, almost into the toilet. My mom grabbed it just in time.
My mom was scared of the house so they moved out. Right when my mom left, the closet she heard a creaky noise. She turned around and the window that could never be opened, opened. My mom flew out of that house and is still scared of it until this very day.
Thanks to my Grandma I wouldn't be her.
Special thanks to her.