Grandmother Checking on Us

From: Carly (farrell.carly@gmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Bogart and Athens, Georgia
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Sep  1 23:39:57 2011

When I was seven, my mother planned to marry a man my great-grandmother and I didn't like because he was highly disrespectful to us. My mother and her parents, my grandparents, whom I adored, didn't seem to notice at the time.

The day she was set to marry him, I woke up with the chicken pox and my great-grandmother had a stroke. (Yes, the same day.)

My mom married him, and I was the flower girl and the only bridesmaid. My grandmother was at the hospital with my great-grandmother and my grandfather was at the wedding.

Grandma Raymond, my great-grandmother ended up in a coma, and my grandparents took her to their house. My mom and her new husband went on their honeymoon.

Grandma Raymond died while they were on their honeymoon at my grandparents' house. When my mom and her new husband got back, and my mom and I were moving into the new house, we were taking a break. I was watching Sesame Street, and my mom was making dinner in the next room ... I was in the living room - I could see her in the kitchen to the right of me. I was on the couch, with a window to my left. The television was in front of me a little to the right.

A strong feeling came over me to look outside. My mom heard me say, "No, Big Bird's on."

She said, "What? I didn't say anything."

I just mumbled something and kept on watching big bird. When a commercial came on, I looked outside, and my great-grandmother was standing outside under a tree.

I've never, to this day, been so terrified in my entire life. I couldn't scream even though I was trying, and I couldn't move, even though I wanted to. (Mind you, the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky - it was about 4:30 p.m.)

Once I could move - which felt like an hour later - but must have been a couple of minutes, I asked my mother to come here. She said no ... she was cooking. I asked her again, and she still refused. So I backed into the kitchen, never taking my eyes off Grandma Raymond. I started begging my mom to come ... and, when my mom finally insisted I look at her, she could see something was wrong. She laughed and said, "What, did you see a ghost?" (Seriously ...) And I nodded. We went back into the living room to look out the window, but after I'd taken my eyes off the window, Grandma Raymond had disappeared.

When I finally explained to my mom what'd happened, she started crying and told me that my grandmother had seen my great-grandmother the night she died when my mom was on her honeymoon. I didn't know that Gram had seen her.

Apparently, Gram woke up at about 3:30 a.m. that morning for some reason and had seen Grandma Raymond at the foot of her bed smiling. She tried waking up my grandfather, but he wouldn't wake up. Gram got out of bed to try to help her ... she thought Grandma Raymond had come out of her coma. Once Gram got out of bed, Grandma Raymond led Gram to her bedroom and disappeared around the door. When Gram entered the bedroom, Grandma Raymond was in bed in the same position she'd been in for days, but she was cold and she didn't have a pulse. That's how Gram knew Grandma Raymond had died.

I know what I saw and so did my grandmother. (My grandmother's dead now and I haven't seen her ... and she died in 2003.)

No one can convince me that it was my imagination. That WAS Grandma Raymond.