by kyra
(conifer, us)
my first encounter with a ghost. i was 9 years old and my door was wide open. i was staring into my sisters room till i saw my great gandmothers ghost.she waved at me. i couldnt really see her face but it was real. then it faded as my mom walked through it. my second. i was 10 and it was winter so i had a space heater. then the heater started to move. it moved closer and closer till i could touch it. i made shure i wasnt dreaming so i touched it. i burned my finger.the next day i looked at my finger and it was blistering. it was real.