I think we all have experienced some form of paranormal activity, if we admit to it or not. After writing a few paranormal articles, I’ve decided to write this one on more of a personal matter. I’m going to share with all of you my experiences.

About a year after my grandpa passed away, I was fast asleep in my bed. I woke up abruptly like I was startled. I felt heaviness over my body and I could not move. I felt as though someone was looking at me. Glancing at the doorway, there was a figure that greatly resembled my grandpa. It was completely white and somewhat transparent. Even though I wanted to move, I couldn’t. I just laid in my bed, staring at the figure, too afraid to blink. As the figure floated up through my ceiling, it waved, as a child waves, moving the fingers up and down. After it left, I was able to move, but falling asleep was quite hard that night. It was my first apparition I ever saw.

A couple years later my family and I were at our cabin. I woke early one morning as the sun began to rise. From my bed I could see the kitchen table and as I stared off in that direction, I noticed a cat. We no longer had a cat, for she died the winter before. So I knew this smoky gray cat was a ghost. I watched it walk along the table and disappeared up the steps…. Later that day my younger brother told me that he saw a cat come up the stairs early that morning. I believe it was the same one I saw. He said it disappeared as it went through and into the chimney.

It was towards the beginning of summer as my family and I were settling in our cabin for the summer. I was sitting on my bed looking out the window not really expecting to see anything… Before I knew it, I saw an elderly woman dressed in brightly colored clothing walk across a neighbor’s yard and disappear as it crossed the road. That woman was the exact replica of my grandma who passed away early that year. It was the same pink dress with colorful flowers that she’d always wear, and her white curly hair and glasses. I just sat there, watching my dead grandma walk across that yard. I wanted to yell for my mom so she could see, but I couldn’t. I just sat there and didn’t move till it was gone. It was the first ghost I saw in color, and I always thought they were always a whitish figure…. I don’t really know why I saw her in color and my grandpa in a thick transparent white.