The following report was sent into our website by Erin on Apr 26, 2006:
“When I was about five years old we moved into a bigger apartment. I was so happy because I would finally have my own room, before that I was sharing with my two brothers.
I had alot of energy, and never wanted to take a nap, because only babies have to take naps. So, in the afternoon, my mom would send me to my room, and told me I had to be quite so I didn’t wake up my little brother. I usually feel asleep within five minutes.
I had a hope chest across the room from my bed and I could easily see it when I was laying down. I woke up from my nap one day to see a man sitting on my hope chest looking at me. All I really remember now was his blonde hair, the same colour mine was, and bright blue eyes. I wasn’t scared, some how I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. When he realized I was awake, he smiled, and I fell back asleep.
Later that day, I told my mom about seeing him, and she asked me what he looked like. I told her, and she went to her bedroom, and got a picture. She asked me if the man in the picture was the one I saw, and it was.
The man was my Grandfather, my Mom’s dad, who died in a car accident when she was four years old.”