My grandfather passed away just three days before I came into this world. He couldn’t wait to meet me, but fate had other plans. Though I never had the chance to know him in life, it seems that his presence has lingered, making itself known in some unusual ways.
This tale harks back to a time when my mother had a roommate named Julie. On one ordinary day, my mother was at work, and Julie was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a television show. However, her peaceful afternoon took a strange turn when she began hearing peculiar noises emanating from my mom’s bathroom. Assuming my mother had returned home, Julie raised her voice across the house, scolding her for making such a racket. To her surprise, the noise ceased immediately.
An hour later, Julie drifted off to sleep on the couch, only to awaken an hour later to those same enigmatic sounds emerging from the bathroom. Annoyed and convinced that my mom was ignoring her calls, Julie stormed through the house, determined to confront her. When she finally encountered my mother, she didn’t hold back, demanding an explanation for the commotion in the bathroom.
My mother, however, was baffled. She had spent the entire day at work and hadn’t been home to create any disturbance. Julie recounted the bizarre events that had unfolded in her absence. Perplexed but unwilling to dwell on it, my mother dismissed the incident. Deep down, though, she suspected that it was my grandfather’s spirit making its presence known.
As for me, I’ve had my own encounters with him. Just yesterday, I found myself home alone, belting out a Disney Channel tune in the kitchen. It was then that I glanced at my bedroom door and saw him—my grandpa, a figure cloaked in shades of gray and black. My heart raced as I observed this spectral figure, and my immediate reaction was to call my friend Courtney.
I shared the eerie incident with Courtney, recounting what had unfolded. All she could muster was a simple “specter.” Strangely enough, it wasn’t the first time we had seen him. Whenever Courtney visits my house, my grandpa’s apparition seems to emerge, and we’ve developed the code word: “specter,” signifying “I see a ghost.”
I can’t help but wonder if my grandfather is attempting to convey a message from beyond. Although I never had the chance to know him in life, I feel his presence and miss him dearly.