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From: sheepdawg9@aol.com (Sheepdawg9)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Grandpa - funeral nite
Date: 28 Sep 1997 07:36:46 GMT
This is long so please bear with me.
My grandfather passed away on Mother's Day of this year. He was 89. He had lived with my folks for the last year of his life and was a very stubborn man. One way of his to show control or whatever was to go to the bathroom in inappropriate places.
Anyway, after his funeral my family was sitting around the table talking. My 7 year old daughter wanted to hear a scary story so my dad made one up about "something" scratching at a window (cat). I leaned over to my mom and said that if he really wanted to scare her he would have said it was 'great-grandpa' at the window instead of a cat. Bad taste, very bad taste.
So everyone goes to sleep and I'm the first to wake up in the morning. My 5 year old son is sleeping out in the living room on a sleeping bag. There is a huge wet spot on it and I thought he did it, but his jammies weren't wet. Odd, I thought. So all day I air-dryed the sleeping bag and that night it was dry but with a stain. I folded it (with the intention of taking it to a laundry mat) and put it on the floor of my grandfather's bedroom and went into the living room to tell my husband good-night. I went back to the bedroom and there was another big wet spot on the sleeping bag. I made myself take a deep breath. I looked up on the ceiling to make sure there wasn't a leak. None. I very calmly called for my husband to come down to the bedroom. He was rattled also and then my folks came in to see what we were up to. We all sniffed it (what a funny picture that is) and it smelled like urine. They have no pets.
My mom thought it was strange, but my dad has had a lot of encounters of this sort of thing. He thought it was funny and said I shouldn't have made fun of grandpa the night before. My lesson? Don't speak ill of the dead. Now I'm eternally scared 'cuz I keep thinking about the scene in "Salem's Lot" when the boy is floating outside the window and I picture my grandfather instead.
Oh, about a month before he died both my parents said they saw him walking down the hall with another man. They both sat there for a moment then went in to check on him, he was taking a nap.
I'll post some of the things about my dad's experiences if anyone is interested, though I posted a few a few years back.
Take Care - Michelle