Summer of 1995, I was staying with my grandfather in his house in Louisiana. My grandmother had died behind the house in the pond in 1987. She had a VERY distinct footstep which was kind of a half step/half shuffle. The house was built in the 40's and I was alone that night.
Starting in the kitchen at the other end of the house, I heard her footsteps. They came down the length of the hall and stopped at my door - which then opened, dragging on the floor as the wood flooring was warped. ( old pier and beam house ) The footsteps came into my room, turned right, started towards the other door ( into the next bedroom ), THAT door opened, and they continued into that bedroom. No other sounds afterwards. Just pitch blackness and two open doors when they used to be closed.
about 1992, again in the summer, my cousin and I were standing about 15-20 feet from the kitchen window, in the dirt driveway. We're talking, and then he goes silent in the middle of a sentence. I look over and see him staring into the kitchen window, looking at our grandmother, looking back at us. Some seconds later, she turns from the window and walks away.
about 1988, I'm asleep in bed. I come wide awake as if someone had slapped me. First thing I see is my grandmother's outline not three feet from my bed. It fades away.
I'm a Christian man and I believe the Bible. I believe that once we die we go one of two places, and that no one wanders the earth as a spirit afterwards. Having said that, I know something was in the house all three times, but I do not believe it was my grandmother.
I don't know what it was.
Britt
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