Your True Tales
November 2007 - Page 5
I was five years old, living with my mother and father in Trafford, Pennsylvania. (I am now 25 living on my own.) My mother always left my bedroom door open as well as her own. Our bedroom doors faced each other in the hallway. She did not believe in nightlights and never wanted me to fear the dark. She did want to be sure she could hear me if I needed her.
It was about 5:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning and I sat straight up in bed. I did not hear any noise, but I saw a women figure standing at the end of my bed. I was not scared though; it appeared to be my mother. I said once, "Mom?" She didn't answer. Again, ( calmly ) I said, "Mommy?" She didn't answer me. The woman just stood there staring at me and extended her arm. I began to panic because I didn't know why my mom wasn't responding to me. I began to scream "MOM!"
Suddenly my mother came running into my room to see what was wrong. She asked me if I was ok and I asked her why she wasn't answering me and why she was standing there just staring at me. She came and sat on my bed, felt my head to make sure I wasn't spiking a fever and told me I must have been dreaming. She told me she was in bed sleeping the whole time. I reluctantly said ok and went back to sleep.
My grandmother (my mother's mother) was in the hospital at the time. She and I were very close, and she and my mother were also very close. I was at her house with my mom almost every day. She had a stroke about two weeks ago from this day. I never got to visit her in the hospital; my mom and dad thought it would be too much for me handle at such a young age. My mom did tell me that she was sick and may not get better again. I had a very good understanding for things for a five year old.
The phone rang at my house this Sunday morning and it was my uncle. He called to tell my mom that "Mom passed in her sleep last night." My mom began to cry and composed herself to continue the conversation. Her brother informed her the time of death was about 5:00 a.m. that morning. She was so upset that her mother had passed she didn't really think anything of it. Of course, she did not get into the grave details when she explained to me that grandma had passed away, only that now she would not be in pain and she was an angel in heaven.
About two days later, my mother suddenly realized the similarity of the time frame of my grandmother's death and me waking so suddenly, to the women figure in my room. She did not tell me this story until I was about 10 years old. I remembered it so clearly as she told to me and I realized it was my grandmother coming to see me and say goodbye.
Do you have a paranormal tale to tell?