A Concerned Visitor

by ~Brovinadeergooberpoop~

The only paranormal experience I have ever had happened around 2003.  I always thought if I had an experience I would be petrified but surprisingly I wasn’t. I was going through some hard times in my life but it nothing that was too much to take.  Looking back it wasn’t even that big of a deal.  A really good friend that I had known since junior high had joined the Navy and we kept in close contact.  I had gone down to visit him and we more or less fell in love and wanted to be together.  I considered moving there.  The whole long distance thing was too hard. We tried but the timing was just off.  We remained friends and then eventually lost touch.

So one night I was sleeping and I usually would leave the TV on or the computer on.  That night I didn’t.  It was pitch dark in my room.  I woke up to what I thought was my brother talking to me.  He was kneeling down on the floor by my bed talking to me.  And I remember thinking ‘why is my brother in my room messing with me & trying to talk to me when I’m sleeping’.  Now I was out of it cuz I had been sleeping but at this time my brother wasn’t even living with me, he had moved out years before.  So I’m trying to sleep and he is in my room talking to me and I’m answering him but I cant remember what we were talking about word for word.  I had an alarm clock that was on my bed near the wall and I remember looking at it and it was a couple minutes after 3:00 a.m.  Now I’m getting annoyed cuz its 3 in the morning and he’s talking to me and I’m trying to sleep.  So I am just trying to ignore him and fall back asleep. And he started asking me if I was happy, things about my relationship, what I was gonna do, if I was gonna move to Virginia etc. Then I started to get uncomfortable because I am realizing this isn’t my brother.  Me and my brother are close but we don’t have heart to hearts about my relationships.  So now I’m starting to get a little freaked out. I’m in and out of conscienceness and I’m realizing there is a man in my room that I have been talking to and it isn’t who I thought it was.  So I turned over and when I did my hand landed by the edge of the bed and when it did it landed on a mans forearm that was resting on my bed.  I ran my hand down the arm to the wrist and I felt a mans hairy forearm.  This I know I couldn’t chalk up to a dream. I psychically felt it. I jumped up and turned on the lamp next to my bed and there was no one there.  I wasn’t scared. I didn’t feel threatened. I was intrigued.  Whoever it was cared about me and was genuinely concerned about me.  So I turned the TV on and tried to get back to sleep and every time I would start to fall asleep I would wake up to someone shaking my bed from the foot of my bed. Eventually I fell back asleep. The next day I told everyone. My mother, my aunts and uncles. They were all amazed. They immediately thought it was my grandfather.  He used to tuck all the kids in bed and sit or kneel next to the bed and talk and tell stories.  And the weird thing is that I thought it was my brother, well from what they tell me, my brother is the spitting image of my grandfather. He talks like him, walks like him, has the same facial expressions, the same mannerisms.  Maybe that was why I thought it was my brother.  I’m convinced it was my grandfather.   Just checking in to see if I was o.k.