Grandpa in All Things Spooky

  • Feb. 5, 2016, 2:42 a.m.
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So my new friend Jin asked me to share some ghost stories. I thought about this and it occurred to me that I had already written several of my stories for a book I’m writing. I figure I can share them here as well. So here’s my first story:

Grandma and Grandpa had a big old black car. One day we piled into that car to drive from our home in Vermont up to Canada. We liked to visit the falls up there.

I, of course, became bored during the trip. With nothing to keep my four year old hands occupied, I began to play with the various buttons and straps what whatnots in the car. Eventually, my little hands reached the door handle.

I pulled; the door came open and swung outward with me hanging on for dear life. I clearly remember seeing the road rushing beneath me, and my grandmother’s red lips moving at me.

I suppose she was a-hollerin’ about “Robbin, close that door this very instant!”

But close the door I could not. I don’t remember the car slowing at all. But it was OK because Grandpa was there to pull me back into the car. And he did indeed do just that.

And that is pretty much the end of my memory of that incident.

Years later, my parents and I were sitting around talking and this very subject came up. We retold the story and laughed about it. I stated how it was a good thing Grandpa was there or I might not be here today.

Mom looked at me strangely and asked “What do you mean, Grandpa was there?”

“Well, yea!” I replied. “He was in the back seat with me.”

Mom laughed. “No, he wasn’t there, he was working that day (he was still in the Army back then). Besides, your grandpa would never let me drive his car with him in it, and he’d never be caught dead in the back seat of his own car!”

That’s when an eerie feeling came over me, because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was my grandfather. I had just thought it was the one who was alive at the time. It had actually been my “dead” grandfather, Fritz. I now know that Grandpa Fritz has always been with me and that always will be with me.

My first “paranormal” experience (first one that I can recall, at least!) was a doozy, but it most certainly wasn’t the last…


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