Grandmother

From: Matt (TheKing_beta1@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Mississauga, Canada
Source: Form Submission

I was talking to my grandmother a few months ago and we came upon the topic of unexplained phenomenon. Then we started to talk about ghosts. As we were talking the candles around the dinning room table started to go violent, flickering back and fourth, and about 4 month previous to that date my great uncle had passed on, so my grandmother was telling me that it must be my great uncle, AGAIN.

I asker her why again, she told me that a few days ago she was putting her clothing back into her drawers and she felt a screwed up prescence around her so she looked up and saw a really weird figure, she said it looked to be greenish blue, and just an outline of a person, not the actual face. She told me she jumped and knew right away that it was him, she called his name and it left and she went on with her life. As she told me the story i kept looking back at at the candle, just as the story stopped, the candle went back to normal.

And another story, December 1999 2 days before christmas, i was in my room listening to music trying to put myself to sleep. I have 5 or 6 fishing rods in my room and one of them is rested against the side of the door where the border is, anyways, at around 10 or 11 i heard my door know open and close, i thought to myself, "Nah, Its just mom." a minute later i heard that fishing rod move, i look up and see that it is not in the place i put it, it looked like it was picked up and quickly dropped down and slid to the other side of the wall, the bottom was the same but the rest was on the floor. i though, "MOM was in my room and she was doin shi* to me. But no mom. Then my radio started to get louder and louder. Then the stations started to change, i thought it was cause of the planes flying over but i looked outside nothing but stars, no satelites no space station, nothing. i got freaked out! so i fell asleep, forgetting this whole mess. i woke up. the tackle box was picked up and dropped right beside the fishing rod, i thought it was my grandfather, he dies in 1988, the rod and tackle box was his that i got summer of 1999.

Another quick one, when i was 7, i moved into this nice little bungalow, we had no blinds yet because it was the first week we lived there, i wole up to something at about 3 am, i looked out my window and i saw a man standing above my window, if he were on the ground he would have been about 8 feet tall, my room was beside a drop, i looked out i see this transparent man, goldish tint. it scared the hell outta me i ran to my mom and dads room and told them they said it was a reflection of a window across the street, the light in the house was bright and the reflection was good, but i knew what i saw and i stick to it ever since.!