I like all things strange, weird and slightly unimportant.
My interest in the paranormal started when I was a child in second grade. My Grandfather passed away, and I was devastated, scared and lonely. After my parents told me the horrible news, I ran outside into the yard. I just wanted to run away from what had happened and I needed to be alone. Exhausted from wandering around the yard by myself crying, I sat down on an old tree stump. As tears streamed down my face, I heard a voice call my name. It was without a doubt, my Grandfather. The voice was comforting, yet it had a tone that asked, "why are you crying"? The voice sounded distressed that I was upset. I turned around abruptly, looking for where the voice came from, but there was no one there. I never heard the voice again.
The second experience was much more recent, just a few years ago in fact. This time it was my Grandmother who passed away, and again I was heartbroken. You can never prepare for something like that. A few weeks later, I was looking out the back door window, daydreaming. It was very early in the morning, the grass was full of dew, the birds were chirping and I was thinking about the past.
Suddenly, I said out loud, "Grandma, if you are all right, please give me a sign". No more than a minute had past, when suddenly the yard and trees began filling up with hundreds of birds. They were chirping and fluttering about, visibly distressed about something. Then a huge hawk flew in and landed on the biggest tree and looked over at me. I felt comforted for some reason, and I hoped it was the sign I had asked for. I watched in disbelief for a few minutes, and then the hawk flew away, and so did the birds.
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