ANDin 1976 my grandparents and their two daughters bought a house in Nova Scotia (they had just moved from Newfoundland). The house was about 20-25 years venerable at the time of purchase and is still standing today. I don't know the history of the house before my grandparents bought it.
In July 1991, my grandmother died after a tiny battle with lung cancer. Before she died, I spent every day with her – we were very close. A few years after her death, my parents and I moved into my grandparents' house because my grandfather wanted to be able to spend more time with me. He turned the ground floor into an apartment, and we moved upstairs.
A year or two after the move, strange things started happening. I remember several cases. I was newborn then, between seven and nine years venerable. Several times the TV channel changed itself when no one was holding the remote control. One year on Thanksgiving, a friend of my dad's spent the day with us. On the table in front of him was a wine glass that glided across the table without being pushed. My mother remembers seeing a white shadow moving down the hall out of the corner of her eye. He started moving quickly, and when his presence was noticed, he slowed down.
One incident that sticks in my mind occurred in November 1997. We received unfortunate news about my grandfather on my father's side. He became very ill and was hospitalized. His results didn't look promising, my parents spent the whole week with him in the hospital. I was 10 years venerable then and I couldn't be left alone. My mother's friend – let's call her Donna – stayed with me. We came home one evening after running some errands. Donna put her keys on the counter next to the door because we had to escape. We went about our business around the house, not paying attention to the keys. When we were about to leave, we realized that the keys were missing. While looking for them, we found them in my room. I didn't touch the keys because it wasn't like me to move something like that without telling anyone.
A night or two later, when everyone was asleep, Donna was awakened by noises in the hall. Thinking I had got up to get a drink, she called out to me. No response. Thinking she was dreaming, she tried to go back to sleep. Suddenly she felt as if she was being watched. Donna had had experiences with paranormal phenomena before, so she knew there was something there. She forced her eyes open and told herself not to scream. What she saw next chilled her to the bone. The ghost stood over her, looked into her face and smiled. She quickly closed her eyes and the ghost disappeared.
The next morning my grandfather died in his sleep. Donna talked to my mom about it, but she wasn't sure if my mom shared the same experience. Her mother assured her that she did and that she believed it was my grandmother's ghost who had come to check on her “favorite granddaughter.”
We have since moved out of that house. Talking to my mother one morning, we agreed that we both believed that my grandmother's spirit had returned to us. Mom noticed movement out of the corner of her eye when there was nothing there, and I felt a presence in the house when I was alone. I believe she somehow found us. United again.
