“I knew that my grandmother had died before information about it reached my parents,” - this is how the user of the Reddit site under the nickname stug182 begins her unusual story.
“I do not remember many details related to the death of my grandmother, since I was still little and my mother did not tell me much, wishing to protect me from the harsh truth of life.
Over time, however, I recovered something and found out that my grandmother was suffering from an aggressive form of cancer that killed her in a very short time. Just a few weeks before her death, she left home for a hospice (paranormal-news.ru).
I was 7 or 8 years old then, small enough, so they put me to bed early, but already old enough not to feel tired. I just sat in my bed and read comic books while my mother watched TV downstairs.
That evening, as usual, I was sitting in bed and reading, occasionally distracted by the sounds of the conversations of my mother, older sister and brother from the lower floor, and suddenly something caught my attention.
It was a faint bluish-white glow, and for the first moment I thought it was the reflection of car headlights from the street. This was a common thing, because the window overlooked the roadway. However, this glow froze on the wall of the cabinet, and then began to grow and turn into something humanoid.
I dropped the book and crawled under the covers, but I was more interested than scared. And when the face of this object appeared, I realized that it was my grandmother.
Her figure was translucent and luminous in the same bluish-white color. Its bright glow illuminated the clothes hanging in the closet. My grandmother was sitting on something like a chair, although I did not notice the chair. Then she raised her eyes, looked at me and smiled.
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“I just wanted to come and see you. I want you to know that everything is fine with me, but I won't be able to see you again after today, she told me.
“Why can't you?” I asked.
“I had to leave, I'm sorry, I can't go back, but I love you. We'll see you again one day."
Although I was little, I already understood who ghosts were and I understood why my grandmother is now a ghost. I was shocked and emotional, barely having time to say "Ok" to her before she disappeared.
She smiled at me again and instantly turned into a small shining ball, and then he disappeared too, flying off somewhere like a little bird.
I sat there a little longer, coming to my senses, and then ran downstairs to the first floor and directly asked my mother why my grandmother had died. Mom, brother and sister asked me why I think so and then I told them everything.
In response, they told me this standard thing "You probably dreamed everything" and sent me back to the bedroom.
The next day, my grandfather called my mom and told her that my grandmother passed away that night. Mom told me about it and everyone else. My younger sister immediately began to cry, apparently, my grandmother did not come to her bedroom.
And one more thing. Since that night for 25 years, every year, in a non-seasonal time for these birds, a small robin bird flies to my windowsill. She sits and looks at me for a few minutes and then flies away.
According to my mother, robins were my grandmother's favorite birds and my mother also saw them regularly after that incident."
