There was a stretch of nights I kept waking up at the same time.
Not because I needed anything.
Just… awake.
Like something was there.
Our apartment was a loft, so you could see straight down the hallway from the bedroom into the living space.
The first night, I saw a figure at the far end.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t panic.
Just watched.
The same thing happened again.
And again.
Each night, closer.
Until one night… she was standing at the foot of the bed.
And I could see her clearly.
Her face.
Her hair.
It was my grandma.
She didn’t speak.
Just stood there.
Like she wanted to say something… but didn’t.
The next morning I told my wife.
She didn’t tell me this at the time, but she put a glass of water in the window after talking to a friend.
Said spirits can’t cross water.
After that…
I never saw her again.
I still don’t know what she wanted to say.
But I know she came.
And sometimes… that’s enough.
If this resonated with you, you’re not alone.
