Something spooky happened to me in the past hour and I feel the need to document it.
I don't particularly believe in spirits or ghosts or anything mostly because it just scares the shit out of me and I don't understand it, but there's gotta be some kind of something. Maybe souls? I don't know.
So, right around 6am, duty calls despite the fact I wanted to go to sleep a little earlier than I had been. Poop time.
I didn't really think anything of it at the time, but after the events that followed, I think it might be significant to include it.
I was sitting on the toilet, doing my business, and I see something slide under the door. Nah, it's nothing. I'm not wearing my glasses and sometimes my hair will move a certain way in my peripheral and I'll think something has moved. Yeah, that's probably it.
I finish my business and decide I want to get a drink of my water from the refrigerator. I head down the hallway and when I enter the living room, I get a somewhat anxious feeling.
I mentally tell myself, "It's okay, it's okay," and just chalk it up to not wanting to wake my mom's cockatiels and have them get scared and flap around.
I continue through the living room and make it to the kitchen and fridge and drink my water until I get a little brain freeze. I put it back and walk towards the living room.
Now I feel like something or someone is behind me. I look back even though I just came from that direction and know no one is there. I keep walking through the living room and I look back again, still nothing or no one.
The feeling follows me down the hallway and into my room. I close the door behind me while thinking, "Papaw, go stand at the kitchen window and drink your coffee."
I close the door and a second later the feeling is gone.
My grandpa has been dead for 5 years and 4 months.
He and my grandma used to live on this same plot of land but in a different house that has since been torn down. He died in that house (lung cancer, smoking). I believe the exact location of where he had died is in the hallway across from my room.
This isn't the first time I've felt that he was here. There may have been two other times, but not as strong as this.
What is even more significant is that today is my grandma's birthday. He's here for her birthday.