Since I was six (when my Grandpa died)
I’ve been seeing a figure in my closet. It wasn’t shadow-like, it was
more of an angel it wasn’t glowing but it was white. It stood at the
foot of my closet and if I rubbed my eyes my closet door would be shut. I
always left the door open and I guessed the figure must have shut it.
I thought it was my Grandpa so I turned
on my light the next night and waited. I was sitting there for almost 20
minutes, and right before I decided to try to go to sleep my shadow
started moving I looked at the wall and rubbed my eyes, my shadow was
moving. I couldn’t hear anything but it was writing something with his
hands. I thought about it and for some reason I could tell it was saying
“I’m sorry” I thought it was a dream or I was imagining things, as none
of my siblings believed me. I’ve always heard I’m sorry, every time I
go to sleep.
Then I had a dream about two years
later. It was me, in a hospital at night I saw my Grandpa sitting in one
of the chairs crying and explaining to the nurse saying, “I killed him,
it’s my fault”. The nurse was comforting him, I walked up to try and
talk but it was like I wasn’t there as neither of them could hear me. My
grandpa got up and walked into one of the rooms. I heard him whispering
“I’m sorry” almost as if he was whispering in my ear. So I followed him
into the room, and right before I walked in I woke up.
By Jayden M
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