I used to live with my grandparents in Kentucky. I was around 18 and it was during the time my dad died did my grandparents took me in. A week after my dad’s funeral, my grief-stricken grandma called granddad to ask if I could take my dad’s old room. I moved in with the intention of finding a decent job and getting a place near my grandparent’s place.
Four months later, I was just getting ready for bed because I needed to wake up early for work the next morning. I was just about to fall asleep when I felt something tapping me by the shoulder. My eyes flew open and with shaky hands, turned on the lampshade.
Nothing. No one was there.
I was silently freaking out and went out of my room to check on my grandparents, they were fast asleep. I went to the living room to check and there’s no one there either. So, seeing that the house was safe, I went back to bed. I thought nothing of it and it was a month later when I would come across another strange experience.
I was fast asleep in the middle of the night when I suddenly woke up confused. I felt like something was beside me on the bed. I was on my side facing the nightstand and panicked. I jumped out of bed half expecting someone sleeping beside me but there’s no one there. It was unreal! I distinctively felt something on the bed with me that time and ghosts were the farthest thing from my mind because I thought there’s no such thing. I went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water to calm down and went back to my room. I thought it would be the last of the strange occurrences that will happen to me in that room.
A couple of months later, I woke up to find myself looking up the ceiling. This is strange because I don’t usually wake up alert and painfully aware of my surroundings. I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I turned my head slowly towards the door and totally went crazy when I saw a solid black mass of a man standing there.
I was so shocked but at the same time, I couldn’t move. I was glued to the bed, shaking harder than a leaf in the middle of a snowstorm. As soon as I blinked it was gone. As time went on, such midnight experience happened a lot and it wasn’t until I met a girl whose third eye was open did she identify the ghost. It was my dad.
Apparently, he just wanted me to know that he’s still around and that he’s always be looking out for me. I alsoI heard from my grandparents that they too came across weird experiences immediately after my dad’s funeral.