I was a state, tears ran down my face like a cold tap being left on in an empty house for days. My heart was burnt from the worst heart burn I've ever had. I was totally speechless, like a bird trapped in a cage, and all there was left of him to see was the ash.
It tore me apart knowing that my Grandad's gone and it hurt even more knowing that Im never going to see that smile he used to give, it was a horrible feeling. The cremation was the worst, just knowing behind those curtains was my Grandad being burnt to ashes; it was like being stabbed with a big knife and it just being pushed into my heart deeper and deeper by the second.At the cremation I remember the speech the priest gave and he said something I remember very clearly and this was "Just because you can't see a person it doesn't mean they're not there" and he also made me see that our bodies are just shells, He backed this up by saying "a car cannot move without a driver. Its what's in the inside" All this made me see sense and comforted me a little more. My first impression was when a person dies a person dies, that's it! They're finished forever.
I'm not sure if I did the right thing but a few days after the cremation, I got drunk because I thought it would help ease my mind a little. I ended up back at my flat with my ex-girlfriend. I was so drunk, that while my girlfriend was in bed, I went into the next room and made a quija board to try and contact my Grandad with. I got to say it didn't work but made me sober up in minutes while doing it, and also made me feel very cold.
The next day things started happening, it all started when I heard a loud scream when I was getting ready in the bathroom. I ran out as quickly as possible to see if Vicki was O.K. buts she was lying on the floor holding her head and she was in pain. I comforted her as much as possible, and she explained that she fainted and smacked her head on the cup. Vicki had a huge bump on her head, so I ran to the kitchen to get some ice, I tried to open the door but couldn't.
It was jammed.There's no way the kitchen door could have been locked because it has no lock. It opened about half an inch but was jammed on something. This made me curious and I had no choice but to kick in the door, I placed my back on the wall opposite the door, and then put my feet on the jammed door and pushed down on my legs. The door pushed open with things smashing all over the kitchen floor.
I got Vicki the ice in a cloth and held it on her head. We then both went in the kitchen and noticed half the drawer directly behind the door on the right hand side open and the other half on the floor. This was impossible because there's no way me or Vicki could have left that drawer open and exited the kitchen, because the door just simply wouldn't have opened.After this strange encounter, when we started cleaning everything, I received this cold uncalled for shiver and I realised the cup I used for the quija board was the same one Vicki smashed her head on when she fainted.
It was mine and Vicki's last day staying at our flat, not because of the weird things happening but just because both our parents said we were not spending enough time with them so we decided to move back to our homes. We were all packed and ready to leave and I made sure the lights were off, I even double checked. This is what proved it for me. We walked down the 3 flights of stairs in the dark with just a phone light. At the bottom of the stairs, next to the exit door, I looked up and noticed a light was on, I knew myself I turned it off and was terrified about going back and turning off again.
Instead I just kept calm and walked out. Vicki didn't have a clue about a thing.I did feel bad about hurting Vicki's head, because I do think it was my fault for doing the quija board. But now we have moved back home and I've learnt for myself and believe that all of us will wear out one day, but what's us inside will always remain. Because inside of me I can still hear what my Grandad would say and how he would think.
