One night, when I was still a little boy, I woke up and I was shaking in fear. I didn't know why I was so scared. I got up and wanted to go to the bathroom. However, when I opened the door, it was all red outside. I ran back to my bed and yelled for my parents.
My parents came in and I told them what happened. My father said I had a nightmare I couldn't remember of. He reckoned I was probably sleepy and didn't see properly when I saw everything was in red. However, my mother just kept quiet.
Afterwards, my father left the room but my mother stayed with me. She told me she had some sort of a nightmare too. She could also sense that someone tapped her on her shoulder just before she woke up. However, she assured me that everything is fine and she would stay with me until I fell asleep again.
In the middle of the night, I woke up again for no reasons. When I opened my eyes, I saw a man about 7 feet tall. He was wearing a long coat and all black. I couldn't see his face but his eyes were reddish and looked sad. He waved at me and said, “I'm gone, my boy.”
The next morning, we received news that my grandfather had past away in his sleep. Was it my grandfather who came and visited me for one last time? Was it him to tap on my mother's shoulder?
By Eric Martin of USA
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