My Grandmother

From: Kim Ochoa (highlandgrl14@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Topeka, Kansas
Source: Form Submission

My Grandmother

One day me and my friend Chelsea Bates were walking home from school to my grandma's house which was just a couple streets away. Now, my grandma was a neat freak, the attic was done up all nice and it was my grandparent's room, and my grandma walked really heavy on the floor.

Oh yah, and she had died just a few weeks before in the living room from Mesothelioma. Anyways, we were making a big mess with candy wrappers and stuff in the living room. Then we heard loud footsteps coming from upstairs. We got big knifes and went up there, yet we didn't find anything.

When we were back downstairs, I don't remember what happened, but something happened, and we went running out of there screaming. The neighbors came out and we told them what was going on. One of them had two big sons, and went in to check it out, but they didn't find anything. When my grandpa's new girlfriend came home, she took her gun and went in to check it out. When she came back out, we heard a bunch of pots and pans rattling together.

She went back in, and all the pots and pans were in their original spot. Me and Chelsea think it was my grandma's ghost getting on to us for trashing the house. Today is my grandmother's 3-year anniversary of her death on November 2nd, 2003.