I’m not sure if I did the right thing but a few days after the cremation, I got drunk because I thought it would help ease my mind a little. I ended up back at my flat with my ex-girlfriend. I was so drunk, that while my girlfriend was in bed, I went into the next room and made a quija board to try and contact my Grandad with. I got to say it didn’t work but made me sober up in minutes while doing it, and also made me feel very cold.
The next day things started happening, it all started when I heard a loud scream when I was getting ready in the bathroom. I ran out as quickly as possible to see if Vicki was O.K. buts she was lying on the floor holding her head and she was in pain. I comforted her as much as possible, and she explained that she fainted and smacked her head on the cup. Vicki had a huge bump on her head, so I ran to the kitchen to get some ice, I tried to open the door but couldn’t. It was jammed. There’s no way the kitchen door could have been locked because it has no lock. It opened about half an inch but was jammed on something. This made me curious and I had no choice but to kick in the door, I placed my back on the wall opposite the door, and then put my feet on the jammed door and pushed down on my legs. The door pushed open with things smashing all over the kitchen floor.
I got Vicki the ice in a cloth and held it on her head. We then both went in the kitchen and noticed half the drawer directly behind the door on the right hand side open and the other half on the floor. This was impossible because there’s no way me or Vicki could have left that drawer open and exited the kitchen, because the door just simply wouldn’t have opened.
After this strange encounter, when we started cleaning everything, I received this cold uncalled for shiver and I realised the cup I used for the quija board was the same one Vicki smashed her head on when she fainted.
It was mine and Vicki’s last day staying at our flat, not because of the weird things happening but just because both our parents said we were not spending enough time with them so we decided to move back to our homes. We were all packed and ready to leave and I made sure the lights were off, I even double checked. This is what proved it for me. We walked down the 3 flights of stairs in the dark with just a phone light. At the bottom of the stairs, next to the exit door, I looked up and noticed a light was on, I knew myself I turned it off and was terrified about going back and turning off again. Instead I just kept calm and walked out. Vicki didn’t have a clue about a thing.
I did feel bad about hurting Vicki’s head, because I do think it was my fault for doing the quija board. But now we have moved back home and I’ve learnt for myself and believe that all of us will wear out one day, but what’s us inside will always remain. Because inside of me I can still hear what my Grandad would say and how he would think.