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__The Ghost of my Great-Grandfather__ (A True Story)

__At age Three__

Introduction At age three, I was the one to see a ghost. When my older brother was three, he was the one, and next in line, was my little brother at a similar age of three. As you probably know, the younger kids are, the less scared they are, and that’s how it happened with me. All those years back, he was just a man to me, any ordinary guy that sits at your dining room table. Every day, he’d sit in that exact same spot, and even though I didn’t know who he was then, I thought it was normal for him to be there. Only at the age of three, no more, no less, did he appear. In my three-year-old world, that man in our house was real, he wasn’t the ghost I now consider him. I figured that everyone else could see him just as clearly as I could, but as it turns out, no one could, except us kids at three, and my parents didn’t tell me that he was my great grand-grandpa’s ghost until many years later, or else they would have dealt with nightmares coming from all of us three kids.

__The Grocery Store Incident__

The statue that man had made out of himself moved up a step higher and went somewhere other than the same house it always appeared in. He turned up in the same grocery store that I was in and followed me until I noticed. Although I thought it was normal for a stranger to sit at your dining room table, I did NOT think it was normal to see familiar faces at the store. It all happened when I looked behind me and saw the man from my home, the man that made all of this happen. He was just walking along like anyone else at a store. I recognized him as //that man// and reported him to my parents immediately by saying, “Why is //that man// here?” They looked back to where I pointed, but saw nothing and assumed it was the man I had always told them about before. We continued shopping and didn’t speak another word about the man. I assume that he disappeared back to my house because back home, he was there waiting at the same spot as always.

__At Age Ten__

By the time I was ten years old, I had heard the story of my great-grandpa many times. I don’t actually remember all of this happening, but I trust my parents enough to know that they’re not telling me lies. The fact that he still may be lurking around has never settled in me, and even though I know he wasn’t there to Haunt me or my brothers, there’s still something scary about knowing that you’ve seen a ghost. At this point in my life, I’m not so sure if I’d really want to meet that same ghost again. I’m positive about other things in my life, but this is not one of them. “Not knowing can kill,” as some say. Not only not knowing what kind of future you’ll have, but not knowing what will happen if you took one choice and what would happen if you took the other path. As we probably all wish, I would love it if I had that “psychic” ability! I wonder sometimes what reaction I would have if I saw that same ghost at this age. Would I recognize him? Would I be scared? Would I talk to him? Questions like those never come in straight answers. So to get them answered, you just have to pay attention to life. I have seen one photograph of him, but when I saw it, I didn’t even know about me seeing him in the form of a ghost. That makes me wonder if I saw him at the age of his death age, when he was a young man, or as a kid. I will never know unless I see that man again. I really don’t know much about him except that he was married to my Great-Grandma on my dad’s side that is now 102 years old now, that he was a smoker and that he died in his thirties. As you may have guessed, he was well past dead when I entered this world. So, I guess you could say I’ve never met him, unless meeting a ghost counts!

__At Age Eleven__

Eight years have passed since I’ve last seen my Great-Grandpa and my feelings have definitely changed from last year. Now, I don’t think so much about him. I live in a busy life and don’t have the time to worry. What’s there to worry about anyway? The only thing I really worry about is getting my homework in on time. I still know what has happened in my past, but don’t care so much that it happened to me. Sometimes you’ll even find me laughing about my seeing a ghost! It’s really no big deal to me. Many people don’t believe me when I tell them and I don’t blame them. I don’t know about you, but if someone came up to me and said she saw the ghost of her Great-Grandpa when she was three, I wouldn’t believe at first. It just takes time to sink in. But it’s your choice – you either believe me or you don’t. And to tell you the truth I don’t even believe it myself sometimes!

__Afterwards__

Usually a ghost appears to a certain person for a reason. Maybe there was a reason this time. But who knows, I may never find out. Why me, why my brothers, and now that I think about it, why him? Three people may or may not sound like a lot of people for one ghost to appear to. Did “my” ghost visit anyone else over the years? Maybe my Great-Grandma? The questions are endless. Does my Great-Grandma know I’ve seen him? What would her reaction be to the news? Don’t go asking me! So there you have it – the story of a ghost. That’s all I have to say about it.

Dedication: To my Great-Grandfather, for creating something to look back at and laugh.