The Ghost That Follows Me
Paranormal experiences have always been a big part in my life. I like sharing them with my friends and family to see their reactions. They either get really scared or just don’t believe me. But I assure you my dear reader that all of this is true.
The first years of my life I lived in a average house in the city with my parents and brother. I remember that place as being calm and happy. I liked to spend my time playing with my dad and drawing with my mother.
Everything was nice until one night I woke up, saw my dad sitting on his bed without mom. I asked him where she was and he said: She passed away. Then he hugged me but I didn’t know what was happening. I was so young I didn’t know what passed away meant. He had to explain it to me and that’s when it hit me. I don’t remember crying so much because I felt like she was still with me.
Anyways, one night my dad got into a car accident and had to go to the police station to solve the crash accident. Meanwhile, me and my brother were alone in our house. I remember laying on my bed and watching TV. I was entertained and then my brother started calling my dad. He said that he was hearing some noises but I wasn’t. My father said that it was probably the neighbors that made the noises but my brother realized that everyone was asleep because it was too late.
I started to feel a bit scared but I just slept it off. That’s when I woke up in the middle of the night for no reason and just stared at the door frame. Suddenly a shining woman dressed in a white dress passed through the hallway. As soon as I saw that i started crying a lot because I was so scared. My brother came and asked me what was happening and as I told him he started to feel anxious and tried to relax me. But at the end I just wanted to sleep to lose that feeling of your heartbeat going to the top. The next day I told my dad about it and he didn’t believe me. That was the first time and last time I saw that woman.
My family thinks it was my mother and I do too. But, you’re probably wondering why I say it follows me. Well… I’m not the only one who saw her.
Years later I moved into a condominium with my uncles. We had a pool and beside the pool was a small jacuzzi. I was talking with my cousin there and then she started waving at someone. I asked her who was she waving at and she said that she was waving at her mother. My cousin said Don’t you see her wearing white clothes? I looked and I didn’t saw anyone. I told her that I couldn’t see her and then she took me to the place where my “aunt” was.
She said that maybe her mother got inside the house but when we entered the house we couldn’t find her. That’s when the garage door opened and there she was in her SUV. My cousin asked her:
weren’t you waving at me at the patio?
She said no. At that moment me and my cousin got really scared and she didn’t know about what I saw years before.
What I believe and like to believe is that my mother is somehow there watching me and taking care of me. And I think that’s good.
Thank you for taking your time to read this story. Sorry if there are some grammar mistakes, I’m not perfect. 🙂