The topic of paranormal phenomenon is a popular subject I observe in my life.
When I was about 6, or 7, I had lost someone very close to me, and I was too young to understand what had happened. A week or so later, I awoke from a deep sleep, to feel a very, unlikely presence. I looked up from my bedside, to see her standing there, my grandmother, watching me. I sat there, staring at her, wondering in fear, what is going on? I was told she wasn’t coming back..
I clutched myself between my sheets, looked up, and she was gone.
The next morning when I woke, I ran to tell my father and mother; they told me that it was just a bad dream, and not to think too much about it, or I’d scare myself. But, I know what I saw, and I know what I felt. It was a feeling out of this world. To this day, I remember that moment perfectly, as if it just happened. It leaves me wondering, when will this happen again, or when will I see another loved one? I wonder, I love her, I miss her. RIP.