My True Ghostly Experiences

I thought my first experience with the Grim Reaper would be my first and only, but this was not true. For the following seven days in a row, he appeared to me, wearing the same clothes, holding the same wooden cane with the arched blade, at the same time every night. It just so happened that throughout my experiences—including the piano playing on its own and the seven nighttime visits from the Grim Reaper—my grandmother was in the hospital. Little by little, I started to piece the puzzle together and realized she was going to pass away sooner than later. Later that evening, around 11:00 p.m., my husband came home from work and went about his normal routine. He ended up sitting right next to me on the couch, and I never mentioned a word about the experience I had just had. Suddenly, on the white wall we saw a silhouette of a woman from the early 1900s. She was floating just a few inches above the floor. She wore a skirt that reached high on her midriff and flowed past her ankles, along with a lacy white button-down blouse with puffy sleeves and an undershirt that covered up her whole neck. She wore her hair up in a tight bun. She floated along the wall and then disappeared. This was my husband’s first ghostly experience! The following day, we did research on our town. The golf course in our backyard was built in the 1920s. We found a photo of a handful of women holding golf clubs, and I recognized her right away. She had her hair in a bun and was wearing the same clothes that I had seen! I was unable to get a copy of the picture, because it was in a locked glass case, being preserved. Another night, my husband was working late, and I was sound asleep. I would soon be awakened by the same woman whispering “Kitty, kitty” in my ear, along with “Sorry for waking you.”