So, I’m not a believer in ghosts, so this is just some random unexplainable event in my mind. After the funeral of one of my grandpas, we got a call on the cordless landline in the kitchen. Caller ID was his name, no number. My mom answered and nothing on the other end.
This post also made me think about something I should have absolutely been way too young to remember. Probably the oldest memory I somehow have, which is specifically the imagery of one of the bathrooms in the house my grandparents lived in. Just the imagery of a dark room, but only a set of stairs that lead to an attic you couldn’t use because you’d fall through. Opposite wall from the toilet and sink. Not really an occurance, but the fact I can remember that despite the fact I was absolutely most likely still in diapers is kinda chilling.
So, I’m not a believer in ghosts, so this is just some random unexplainable event in my mind. After the funeral of one of my grandpas, we got a call on the cordless landline in the kitchen. Caller ID was his name, no number. My mom answered and nothing on the other end.
This post also made me think about something I should have absolutely been way too young to remember. Probably the oldest memory I somehow have, which is specifically the imagery of one of the bathrooms in the house my grandparents lived in. Just the imagery of a dark room, but only a set of stairs that lead to an attic you couldn’t use because you’d fall through. Opposite wall from the toilet and sink. Not really an occurance, but the fact I can remember that despite the fact I was absolutely most likely still in diapers is kinda chilling.