My Grandmother
by Alicia
It was about 1999 when my dear grandmother died in an airplane. She died of a blood clot. But when the funeral came around, all of my family came to stay at my house because they live several states away. So the day, or night I should say, before the funeral, we were settling the preparations and getting to sleep. My parents and I were on the bed (I was the only child then), and my cousin's family was on the floor. As we were going to sleep, I heard crying. At first, I thought it was my baby cousin. Then it slowly faded away. So I was sort of freaked out, but I was half-asleep. So I just ignored it and went to sleep. But then again, the crying started! I kicked my dad to wake him up and when he was finally awakened, the crying stopped. I had asked him if he heard it too, but he nodded and went to sleep. This happened a couple more times, but the next couple times I kicked my mom. I didn't intentionally kick my mom; it was just something to do when I was nervous.
Maybe it was intended to be a ghost haunting, but maybe a sign that my grandmother missed my family. I told my mom the next morning after the funeral, and she said, "I don't think all ghosts are meant to haunt you to where you'd think they're evil, but there are also friendly ghosts that help you." It was kind of not relevant to what I was saying, but I knew what she meant. My grandmother was telling us that she misses us a lot.