Fathers Wife

My father always told me that ghosts did in fact exist but me, being one of the skeptics, I never fully believed but I would still spare a moment and listen to him tell the stories. My grandmother and my grandfather weren't together at that moment, and from her part, she tells me that there is an evil shadow in the house, the one my grandfather and she had build. The shadow would be there because of an accident with her wedding ring, the one thing that turned my grandfather against her.

The year was 1996, my mother, father and I went looking for my godparents and my dad wanted me to meet someone before our vacation came to an end. I can still remember the house and what it used to look like, it was a two-stories house and its color was blue, not a dark blue or light-blue, but rather like an awkward kind of blue, there was no sparkle in the house, not a single bright light entered the house, as if it had no life, no happiness, only sorrow.

As I got out of my dad's van, he told me the owner of the house was my grand papa, I really didn't thing much of it, I just wanted to see the house. But as I got closer to it, I suddenly felt a cold chill come upon me and as I drew nearer, I saw a shadow-like figure just standing in the back room, no face, no body, nothing, only a figure watching my every move. I turned around and ran towards my dad and I never looked back or went back again.

Later on, I found out that many also saw the figure, but not my grand papa, he was blinded with so much guilt he didn't care.

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