When I was about 5 or 6 I had just started taking showers instead of baths "like a big girl" as my parents put it. I was thrilled. I mean come on, I was in 1st grade already it was time for the next step.
Well one glorious Memorial day weekend I believe it was Sunday I was showering up sing along with music in my head and suddenly the shower air got real cold (I'm talking below zero here) and as I looked out the clear shower curtain to see who in their right mind opened the door while I was taking my hot shower, I saw something coming out of the ceiling.
The only thing I can really remember about this person from the ceiling was that they had piercing blue eyes and brilliant fiery red hair. I also remember this vision in my mind's eye of someone sitting at a card table with papers thrown askew just lying there sleeping. Oh and I remember screaming bloody frigging murder.
Later the next day I found out why this happened. After words, my mother questioned me to find out what had happened-keeping her concerns to herself, she sent me to bed with reassurances that I would be safe in my room.
The next day as I got up hoping what had happened the night before was just a very bad dream. Well not only was it not a bad dream it was the start of a horrid nightmare.
At about eleven o'clock the next morning, my mother received a phone call from a funeral director telling her that her father had died the night before from heart complications. My mother was devastated. After making all these arrangements for a private funeral she sat me down to talk. This is what she told me:
The woman I saw the night before was my great-grandmother, Wilda-telling me I described her exactly. That her coming to me meant that she was warning me of my grandfather dying. Now being 5 or 6 at the time, this didn't help me understand at all. But after that I never wanted to enter the bathroom again but eventually did to shower and go to the bathroom.