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It started on the one day I will never forget. The day my grandmother died.

I was sitting in the living room, my grandpa sitting on the sofa while I sat in the big chair with a look at the front door I heard my sister upstairs watching videos, and my Grandmother was ironing clothes in the bedroom. A normal day at my Grandparents house, this is the one place I can let go. Well it was normal till a man stepped into the house, he was tall extremely skinny or his hands were. The rest of his body was covered in a suit, a full black suit. Maybe that’s why his skin looked so white, he nearly had similarity with a skeleton

“Excuse me, who are you ?”

I asked him, I didn’t know my grandparents had planned in any visitors, and they normally don’t when my sister and I stay at their place.

There was no answer.

“Sir, hey I asked who you were” I repeated, he didn’t even seem to acknowledge me he just started to walk up the stairs.

“Hey, what are you doing ? Where do you think you’re going, sir ?” I look at him as he walks up the stairs, for some reason I didn’t hear my grandpa ask who I am talking to, I stood up and followed the man up the stairs. Up I only saw him entering my grandmas room, where just moments before she was ironing clothes.

At this point, I wished I realized that what I saw was just that, something only I could see.

Inside the room laid my grandmother, the Iron standing on the board with the clothing, plugged out, she laid in bed the man standing before it.

Something I still highly believe I dreamed was, seeing a reflection? Ghost? It was in some way my grandmother, but it was not her at all.

My Grandmother laid dead in her bed while that man just stood there, that thing looking like her, in front of him. They most of heard me choke on my breath because they both turned to me, my grandmother with a soft smile and him, he, looked at me like I was crazy. His eyes open wide, his brows frowned.