When I was 11, I live with two sisters and my grandpa. My mother just gave us zero F and kinda moved elsewhere with her ex and she kind of abandoned us.
It was around 3AM , and I got up to get some water. Just for picture, one of my living room walls was almost completely taken by the window, which let some lights to get in(Typical HDB). When I was going back to my room, I went through the living room and saw someone very tall and very thin, as my grandpa, standing in front of the window. The thing is: it had no features. It was like a silhouette cut from the background, just black. I ran to my room in a panic. We live on the 11th floor and the window was not a corridor window, we have a corner unit.
A week later, when I got up in the morning, I found my grandpa laying on the bathroom floor. He had a stroke. The doctors said he had it around 3 a.m. Exactly a week after I saw the shadow. My grandpa never woke up. He died about two weeks later.
Just for additional facts, maybe just coincidences: it was August 17, 2003. It was my sister’s birthday. And exact nine years later I had my son.
Here are what netizens think:
- That’s both creepy and sad at the same time. I’m sorry for you and your family for losing someone like that. The date thing is really spooky though
- I dreamed of my grandpas death 2 weeks beforehand, everything happened exactly like in the dream. I am forever thankful for that, because this incident shaped my entire life into something very meaningful. When he died, I didn’t cry, it was as if I already processed everything. People are sad or shocked when I tell this story but I think it’s the most beautiful thing ever because it means there is more than we know. My grandpa also knew when he would die. Some weeks before his death, my grandma asked him what he wants for his birthday, beer of whisky. He said he wants both because he will be buried on his birthday. Grandma laughed and shrugged it off. He in fact got buried on his birthday, and of course, Grandma respected his wish and our family celebrated his life with Beer and whiskey.
- Sounds like you saw his spirit! Or something like it since time doesn’t really exist after you cross over, at least not how the human mind comprehends time. I really believe that important dates in families are so significant that is so interesting that your son was born on that same exact day out of 365 others. My grandmother died on my first birthday.