One of my first experiences with the paranormal occurred about ten years ago, when visiting my mother's home town of Mixtlan, Jalisco, Mexico for the second time. On my first trip to Mexico, I had the opportunity to meet my great grandmother. My great grandmother had just turned 100 years old and was not in very good condition when I met her for the first time. A few days later my great grandmother was bitten by a venomous spider and fell into a coma before dying in my grandmother's house.
On the day of my great grandmother's death I remember the town's doctor pronouncing her dead. Many people filled the room she was in and surrounded her bed. I was 7 or 8 at the time of her death and I had the opportunity to say my last good byes. On that same night my mother had gone to the city of Guadalajara, to get medicine that was not available in the town, therefore she did not know about my great grandmother's passing.
After an hour of my Great grandmother's death my mother arrived to the house just to be received by the bad news. My mother was heart broken and began to cry because she was unable to say her last good byes to her loving grandmother. I remember entering the room once again with my mother. My mother headed straight to my great grandmother's bed and grabbed her hand. After my mother grabbed her hand she whispered in her ear "abuela, lla llego su hija oralia", "grandmother your daughter Oralia just arrived". On that moment everyone stood in shock just to see my great grandmother move her arm. My mother was able to give her last good byes and at that moment, my great grandmother closed her eyes and took her last breath. My great grandmother now rests in peace.
On my second trip to Mexico I was 10 or 11 years old. I remember sleeping in the same room where my great grandmother had died couple years earlier. Just to know that I remembered that occasion made me scared to sleep there. A week and a half into my stay in that room I felt uneasy for no apparent reason.
One night I was sleeping alone in that room, when something woke me up. I tried to go back to sleep but I then began to hear noises coming from within the room. Knowing that I was alone in the room it frightened me even more.
I again tried to close my eyes to see if I could fall asleep but the noises got worst. I then began to hear heavy breathing coming from my right side. I didn't know if it was me breathing hard or what it was so I tried to ignore it. The next thing made me realize that I was not alone in the room.
Suddenly I felt a strong tug from my blankets. Once my blankets were pulled I fell in to a state of paralysis, I could not scream when I wanted to and move. After couple seconds I then was able to run to my mom's room where I woke up my mother, grandmother and grandfather.
Once awake I told my grandmother what had happened and she did not believe me. I told her it was my great grandmother. The response that I got from my grandmother was "No one has died in this room". I knew she was not fully honest with me. I told her that I remember everything that happened in that room couple of years earlier. She said I had a bad dream. Till this day I still think it was my great grandmother trying to communicate with me in a very strange way.
I am now 21 years old, since that incident I have stayed in that room once but with other four people. This experience has changed my life. I have a much bigger respect to the paranormal, but also this experience has frightened me a lot.
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I thank everyone for taking the time to read my story.