Chapter 4. Someone close to me
I was in 8 or 9th grade when this happened.... My grandfather passed away due to heart attack...he used to had cardiac problems. And, out of 12-13 days after he passed away, I, with my own eyes, saw him one night. It's still hard to believe it.
My grandfather loved drinking, but he never drank on working days, it would be mostly only be on Sunday afternoons. He would get drunk and then sleep after having lunch, and I didn't hated him because, he was a good person. He was a kind of person who would step forward to help someone in need. He was well liked by everyone else.
I saw him as he was, in human form, standing near the bedroom door looking at me with both of his hands on his hips. I just, saw him for a few seconds, a mere few seconds, it felt like I saw him but I didn't at once. Because I had to believe it because my uncle, my mother's brother is just like me, who could see these things. He believed in me, he heard the sound of bottle being fallen down and came to check turning on the light only to find there wasn't anything else. I didn't payed much attention to that sound because I was listening to songs with earphones on, hoping it would soothe me a bit.
It was the first time I saw someone I knew like that, someone passed away like that, that too in human form. The moment I caught a glimpse of my grandfather I looked at that same direction to see him disappeared. I felt a mix of fear and sadness. Because, he was the first person I saw after he passed away, who's not just someone else. Who's not a stranger.
My uncle saw him too, at that same time, but from different direction. He told everyone the next day that while I saw my grandfather facing me looking at me, he saw him from the living room in the corridor, standing at the door of the bedroom with hands on his hips, which is exactly true, it kind of feels creepy and surreal. That was the second time I truly felt a bit scared.
A day after he passed away, my mother and uncle called everyone to inform them about this incident when we were caught off guard by what one of my grandfather's sister said. She told my mother on call that my grandfather visited her yesterday, they talked for a few moments and she said that he looked perfectly fine as he used to look when he would work. That sounded impossible because on that day, my grandfather was in hospital, he was in a severe condition that he couldn't even stand up let alone go somewhere. And that was the same day when he passed away, at 10 am of morning. It's a bit saddening and intimidating.
Within those 12-13 days, I felt his presence, like someone was there and I wasn't alone. I felt like someone is watching me, the sound of the ball which was never there. It felt eerie.
