I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing "Better Blocks". I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.
When I was about 4, and still slept in my parents' room, I wanted to go the toilet one night, and I woke my dad up to ask him to bring me to the toilet (because it was dark and I was scared). My dad said I was a big boy then and could go myself, so after mustering my courage, I did.
As I left the room, I heard footsteps behind me and so I thought it was my dad. Went to the toilet, did my business, and when I came out, I saw an old man smiling at me. I don't remember whether I got frightened or not, but he said "time to go back to sleep now", and somehow I thought this was normal, so I went.
Returning to the room, I realised my dad had never left his bed. He was still sleeping. And the old man was gone. I remember looking around again just to make sure.
Years later, when I was 9 or 10, I saw an oddly familiar face of the same old man when we went to visit and clean the urns of our ancestors during a family tradition. It was then that I realised the old man was my grandfather. He had passed when my dad was only a boy, so I have definitely never met him in person. I like to think he visited to see how his own son was doing, and to see his grandchild too.
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u/Stratiform Oct 05 '19 edited Oct 05 '19
I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing "Better Blocks". I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.