Tit's a story my mother told me when I was little, and she still tells it to this day. She was only 5 years elderly at the time, so it may be challenging for some to believe in the minds of a five-year-old. But anyway, it starts after my mother's grandfather died the week before.
My mother said that out of her three other sisters, she was always her grandfather's favorite granddaughter. So one night she woke up in the middle of the night and saw him standing at the end of her bed with his hand outstretched. He said, “Come with me, Judy.” My mom was so scared she just screamed until everyone woke up and asked her what happened. My mother didn't hesitate at all to include in her story that when she told her mother what happened to her, her mother (my grandmother) had also seen a ghost in this house before.
She woke up in the middle of the night and saw a boy walking around her room. She always said the boy looked lost, which makes sense considering why he was hanging around some random house.
That's it, because they were both two very compact stories. I hope you like them.
