A friend of mine called Jabez lost his grandpa recently. I've been to his house a number of times and have exchanged few words with his grandpa. I couldn't make it to his funeral, so after two weeks I went to his place. Jabez's parents weren't home; they had gone to a church nearby. I could still notice that he wasn't much off the incident; he was quite close to his grandpa as his parents were working abroad. I greeted him, he was glad to see me; it's been years since we met. I didn't want to talk about the incident either, I met him outside his house and he walked me in.
He stays at the outskirts; houses are far apart from each other. We walked into the house, the moment I stepped in, I had a weird feeling set within me, because the moment we opened the door and stepped in, I felt someone walk upstairs, I didn't hear, I felt. This thought stayed longer in my mind, as I knew I would be troubling him more if I were to start with my creepy stuff. Before we could exchange a word, he started acting a little weird and really kept me troubled. He suddenly turned around, and ran upstairs. He walked into every room. I was startled with his behavior, he didn't respond to any questions I asked him. He kept chasing something or looking for something and he continued this for about fifteen minutes.
Quite fed up and confused, I called out for him. He responded this time, he returned from upstairs dripping in sweat. He looked at me and started crying. I couldn't react to this situation as I had no idea what was going on with him. Before I could console or relieve him from something that was bothering him, I heard a loud noise from upstairs. I rushed upstairs alone, to find no one there, but the noise was precisely from a room on top. It was his grandpa's room. The moment I broke into the room I felt something rush away from inside, to confirm this more, a flower vase fell down by its own. It felt really creepy and I rushed down.
I got his neighborhood friends to come down, Jabez had now calmed down. We asked him what happened and why he rushed to the top. He responded in bits and pieces. He said that the moment both of us entered in, he smelt his grandpa, and then he started to hear his grandpa calling for him from upstairs. This kept us both freaked. But still he hadn't had this kind of a feeling for over a month after him grandpa's death and his parents didn't have anything either. This feeling he had continues every Sunday.
Though I've had a lot of paranormal experiences this one is confusing.
Why is he seeing his grandpa's soul?
Why does he feel and hear from it only on Sundays?
Why doesn't anyone else feel the same thing?
Though I partially have a few answers for all these questions this is really confusing me. He is still experiencing this.
Any ideas why these things are happening.