My Visit

From: Krystal (krystal.huff@navy.mil)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Texas/Seattle
Source: Form Submission

I was only eight when my grandfather died, but we were always together,nobody could get us apart. When he died I guess you could say, he never really left me. Ever since he's been physically gone I've still felt him with me. This all started when I was eight and I'm twenty-one now, so this has been going on for many years.

To get to the story now I'll tell you how I know I have a ghostly companion. I've always seen his shadow lerking in doorways and on the wall ever since I was little, but I've never been frightened. When I went into my sophmore year of high school is when I knew for sure that it was my grandfather. My freshman year I had lost two very dear people to me, one in a car wreck and the other to suicide, then again my sophmore year I lost two more to the same reasons. I probably wouldn't have taken it so bad if my boyfriend hadn't been the one to commit suicide, but I finally broke down. I was lying in my bed crying so hard that I was making myself sick, I didn't hear my bedroom door open but someone sat on the edge of my bed so naturally I thought it was my mom, the next thing I know a hand smooths the hair off my cheek and kisses my forhead. I roll over to hug my mom and nobody is there and I smelled whiskey in my room. Now take into consideration that my grandfather was an alcoholic, that explains the whiskey, then I looked at the picture of him I keep on my wall and it was crooked. I do believe he was trying to comfort me, but it made me miss him along with all the others.

I was sixteen then and two years later I joined the Navy. My first duty station was at Whidbey Island, Washington and I had a roomate with a 3 year old son. My roomates son would hold conversations with himself, which we didn't think anything of until he started making us set a plate for his imaginary friend at the dinner table, then we started to ask questions. Of course the first one to come out of my mouth was what is his name? Then for the biggest shock I could ever have gotten he told me his imaginary friend's name was Wilbert but he likes to be called Papa. I nearly fell to the floor, cause my grandfathers name is Wilbert and all of us kids called him Papa. Then I asked where his friend was, and he told me right beside you, he likes you, he goes with you when you leave, I only see him when your home. I knew then that my grandfather was following me.

My own mother told me the other day that she doesn't see his shadow in the house anymore, it's kinda lonely. I simply told her why and she said "It doesn't suprize me! I knew you were the reason why he hung around."