Day 2 of my 13 Days of Spooky Blogging for Halloween is about one of the paranormal experiences I’ve had. I will share others in the coming days.
In Ft. Morgan, Colorado where I grew up on a ranch just a few miles from town, I lived near my widowed maternal grandpa, George, with whom I was quite close. His house was just over the hill and beyond the little pond from me (less than 1/2 mile). I spent my free time with him and many overnights, too. My maternal grandma, Myrtle, died in this house when I was a year old. My only memories of her are two pictures and the stories I’ve been told.
My grandpa slept on his couch in the living room, and I always slept on the recliner in the same room. The living room was situated in the center of the house with a bathroom/utility room and kitchen on one end and two bedrooms on the other. You could walk straight through the house on the south side. (think single-wide long trailer house hallway, except this was a brick and mortar house)
It was often during these overnights when I would see my deceased grandmother walking from one end of the house to the other. I was around 10 years old the first time I saw her walking through the house. I saw her many more times, until my grandpa died when I was 19. The property was sold, and I’ve never been in the house since.
On one of her wanderings, I followed her and watched her disappear into the closet area in the back bedroom. Another time I walked with her just a few steps behind. We traversed the house several times before she disappeared. I had the feeling she was going about her usual daily chores. The back bedroom was built into a dirt bank on two sides, so that room was always cool in the summer and downright cold in the winter. They used that bedroom as a food storage room of carrots from the garden in buckets with dirt over them, home canned fruits and vegetables, and that sort of thing.
I was comfortable with her, but she never spoke to me even though I talked to her. Sometimes, she looked at me, though. I told my grandpa that I often saw her, and he said he often saw her, too, but she never talked to him, either.
Day 3 – Spooky Blogging – Haunted St. James Hotel in Cimarron, New Mexico
Until next time,
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