Ghost Stories

My grandparents had died three days apart—Grandpa had cancer, and Grandma died because she couldn't bear the thought of living without him. Well, soon after that, because I'm always procrastinating, I had to do all my English assignments. There I was, in the room that my Grandpa had built, in the house he lived in (I live next door to the house), and while doing my work, I fell asleep.

I awoke around 3:00 AM with my uncle removing the pencil in my hand so I wouldn't stab myself; after talking a little with him, he left the room and turned off the light, and I cuddled in a blanket on the couch. I tried to fall back asleep, but I heard the door opening from the kitchen and closing really loud, and then I heard wheelchair sounds. The door noises came closer and closer, along with the wheelchair sounds. Then it got close to the pantry and my uncle’s room. (My uncle lives by the room my Grandpa built, and the pantry was across from the room.) It got really loud, with the door closing and opening loudly, and the wheelchair screeching sounds. Finally, it got cold in the room I was in, and then it just stopped.

I was so scared I had to call for my uncle, because I didn't want to move—I felt like the couch was protecting me from any ghosts. I told him what happened and he said he didn't hear anything! There was never any explanation for what I heard, but to this day, I won’t stay in that room alone.