The Other You
When I was 12years old I experienced something strange. My grandmother had passed away two days before my eleventh birthday.
One night I was wide awake, I was 12years old. I heard a noise outside my window. I looked out the window to see what it was. It was my grandmother.
She sat on the ground. She seemed dazed, as if she were lost. I called out to her. She raised her head and looked at me.
I said grandma. She shocked her head and said, I'm the other. I didn't know what she'd meant, so I asked her what she meant by the other? She replied, I'm the other, I'm not your grandmother.
I felt stranged. I knew my grandmother was not a twin. Who was this woman? It was then that I'd felt a cold chill came over me.
I could see right through her.
Whatever it was looked like my grandmother, but it was not her, it was something else. I remember her voice sounded a lot like my grandmothers's voice.
I watched it as it crossed the road to a house and disappeared.