A not-so-close encounter happened exactly during the time when my paternal grandfather died. My grandfather was 96 when he died. It was the year 1996. He was bed-ridden and refused to eat for 10 days prior to his death. It seemed that his spirit wanted to move on already but his body didn’t. Anyway, he died in his sleep around dawn. When my Dad came up to his room in the morning with breakfast, he discovered that my grandfather’s body was cold, stiff and purple already. He didn’t die of any ailment; he just died of old age.
A day before my Grandpa died, my sister went vacationing at a beach resort in La Union. Early in the morning, about 4 am, they were disturbed by persistent knocking at their beach hut. Thinking how crazy it was for anyone to disturb their sleep at an unholy hour, they ignored it thinking the person would just give up and go away. But they were wrong. The knocking didn’t stop until they finally opened the door only to find no one.
Also at dawn, my eldest sister who lived in another place, woke up thinking she heard someone outside knocking. She peeked out the window but nobody was there. That was the time my Grandpa was dying. His spirit went roaming before he went. He was bidding them goodbye. As for me, I was the last one he saw the day before. After he saw me, he called out for my brother.
After he died, Dad had his room repainted because on the wall where his head would rest ever single day while he sat on his bed, was the shape of his head.
Have you had this experience? Or heard a similar story? Tell me about it.
A day before my Grandpa died, my sister went vacationing at a beach resort in La Union. Early in the morning, about 4 am, they were disturbed by persistent knocking at their beach hut. Thinking how crazy it was for anyone to disturb their sleep at an unholy hour, they ignored it thinking the person would just give up and go away. But they were wrong. The knocking didn’t stop until they finally opened the door only to find no one.
Also at dawn, my eldest sister who lived in another place, woke up thinking she heard someone outside knocking. She peeked out the window but nobody was there. That was the time my Grandpa was dying. His spirit went roaming before he went. He was bidding them goodbye. As for me, I was the last one he saw the day before. After he saw me, he called out for my brother.
After he died, Dad had his room repainted because on the wall where his head would rest ever single day while he sat on his bed, was the shape of his head.
Have you had this experience? Or heard a similar story? Tell me about it.
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