My Grandma's Apartment

From: Shelly Swenson (SRider@mcg.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: New Brighton, Minnesota
Source: Form Submission

About two years ago when I was in sixth grade my grandma died. My grandma had always kept everything and never threw anything away. She also hated it when people moved her stuff or threw it out. Well she lived with her two sisters Nelda and Jean. Nelda was really nice and never bugged anything but Jean she was always moving stuff and throwing stuff out. My grandma had died in her apartment after 10 years of suffering from cancer and heart problems. She died while everyone in the family was there (including me). When we were moving all of her stuff around and dividing it, Jean had taken a ring that was supposed to be mine and hid it. Soon after that the things that Jean had moved started to reappear in their old spots. In my family I'm the one who isn't scared easily and is very outgoing. I was asked to sleep in the apartment with Jean so she wouldn't get so scared. Around 12:00 in the morning (a time my grandma would always get up for a snack) I felt a tap on my shoulder. I slowly turned and looked up with bleary eyes, above me was my grandma. I gasped quietly but didn't make any other sound. She then started towards Jean's room making motions for me to follow her. I sat up and crept to Jean's room. When I got in her room my grandma was pointing to the closet. I opened the closet as quietly as I could and looked over the ghost of my grandma, she then down to a pair of Jean's mother's old shoes. I knelt down, picked one up and shook it. And mother of pearl out came the diamond ring. While all this was happening I had never thought to be scared but as I stopped to think for a moment I went totally numb with fear. I started to scream bloody murder. Jean sat straight up in bed, looked at me. I turned around to show her grandma but she had gone. Hours later I had recovered from my shock and I started to shout at Jean. I then called my mom and told her to get our relatives over. When they came I told my story for the first time. I know my some didn't belive it until I showed them the ring. You don't have to belive me if you want but I'm telling you the truth.