This is a true story, of me, and my life, and what I fully believe.
A ghost sits on my bed every night.
It started when I was 8. My grandma was senile and locked herself out of the house in the middle of a winter night. She and my grandpa used to live in the country. There were no neighbors nearby, and it was pitch black out, except for one street lamp, dimly lit, way back behind their house. On the other side of the field and the pond.
My grandma walked across that pond, in her bare feet, laid down, and froze to death. My grandpa, for some reason, didn’t awake (as he usually does). He didn’t hear her leave, and didn’t find her until the very next morning.
She was walking towards the light.
When you die, they say you walk towards the light… And she was. Directly towards that one street light.
I remember when I got home from school later that afternoon, my dad came up to me and said, “Son, I have something to tell you.”
And before he could say it, I replied, “Grandma’s dead!” I just knew it. I don’t know how I knew, I just did.
And from that day forward, just about every single night, a ghost comes and sits at the foot of my bed.
I can feel the sag of the mattress as she sits down. I can feel her weight sink in, and then my body rolls towards the indentation. The decline. It terrifies me.
I’ve moved a few times in my life since then, but this ghost, whom I believe is Grandma, follows me. Like it’s attached.
Sometimes, the ghost doesn’t just sit there. Sometimes I feel the entity crawl up the bed beside me. The whole mattress moves, the bed squeaks, and I can feel her energy. The heat. Like static electricity.
And twice, just twice, this thing touched me.
It’s zapped my body with a shock so strong that my back and body jerked. The first time it happened, I was so scared, I leapt right out of bed.
I’ve tried to persuade myself that it’s grandma, but that’s only me, wishful thinking. It could be something else. You know. Something darker. More foreboding.
I’ve done plenty of research about this, and it seems that I’m not alone.
Other people have experienced the exact same sensations. The ghost at the end of the bed.
Some sources call it sleep paralysis, when the body is frozen, caught between the realms of sleep; the brain can’t decipher what’s real, and what’s not.
But as much as I want to believe this, for it to be true, I’m not convinced. I was there. I felt it. It touched me.
Those shocks went through my skin, my spine, up and down my entire back. That’s not something you can make up. Or dream.
So is this my grandma?
Trying to tell me something?
Or is it something else, trying to crawl inside my soul?
Only time will tell.
UPDATE:
I just bought myself an Ovilus III digital dowsing device (from Ebay), and asked my ghost what it wanted…
I was not disappointed.
Now what?
