My grandmother just passed away at two o'clock in the afternoon on October 24th, 654381last year. Honestly, it's really weird. At that time, our school held an autumn sports meeting. I was in a trance that afternoon. The sound of the referee's starting gun almost scared my soul out of my body, and more than once (I came last). As a result, my grandfather came back in the afternoon and told me that my grandmother had passed away. Then it seems like two days later. The night before we went to the crematorium to see grandma, I had a dream. In the dream, grandma said she was hungry and asked my sister and me to deliver food. After waking up, I didn't feel anything. By the way, I almost fell asleep when I touched the pillow that night. Why? As a result, I went to the crematorium, and my uncle's friend inadvertently told some stories about the dreams of the deceased. I was shocked and told my mother immediately. My mother and they are all at a loss, but my sister said that the steamed bread made for my grandmother was stained with dust, so everyone hurried to buy some tributes for her grandmother. My mother told us that she dreamed that her grandmother would sign up for adults in the future.
One night shortly after grandma died, it seemed to be the "first seven" (I can't remember, it was a "seven" anyway). It's past 10, and my sister and I still want to watch TV. According to my mother's regulations, we must go to bed before 10, so I secretly went to see if my mother was asleep. After I made sure she was asleep, we continued to watch. I really heard grandma's groan, and I'm still sure until now, because if it's someone else's voice, our doors and windows are tightly controlled, not to mention the place where I stand is in the middle room, so it's impossible to hear someone else's voice. My scalp is numb. Although I'm a relative, it's still a little scary that this supernatural thing happened to me. I ran away and told my sister these things. She was scared. I decided to listen to it again to make sure, so I stood there again and the sound began again. Listening in the middle of the night is terrible. I have goose bumps all over. One by one, it's true. It's really grandma. The voice comes from grandma's room. Suddenly, my sister let out a scream and called me when she called me. She ran to her mother and told her that grandma was back. Mom doesn't believe me. Let's go to bed quickly. I am very angry. I don't know what's more sinister is yet to come.
I have a strong feeling in confusion, which should be the sixth sense. It told me that the door opened and I gradually woke up, and this feeling became stronger and stronger. I even heard the door gently open (my house is carpeted, and there was some slight friction during the meeting), then stopped for a while, continued to open, and then stopped completely. Then I heard someone come in, and I felt light footsteps. Then footsteps stopped in front of our bed. I opened my eyes and looked up. There's nothing. I think I was scared and fell asleep again.
Then I thought about it carefully. I heard the door open twice. Then I looked up and there was nothing. Is the door opening sound once or once? Just open a few people, there is no need to open the door completely.
The above is my personal experience. Believe it or not, it doesn't matter, but it's absolutely true. Are there ghosts in the world? Maybe there is.