Mine isn't a ghost story as such, just a strange occurance. Quite a few years ago now, my Grandad passed away after a prolonged battle with various conditions. He was my ultimate hero and it is thanks to him, I am the man I am today. He was in and out of hospital a lot, always on a particular ward, with a long distinctive corridoor you had to walk down to get there. Fast forward a couple of years and I was making my way home from a party, I was in a pretty rough state, you'd have literally been able to knock me over with a feather. Anyway, a group of lads must have seen the state I was in and tried to take advantage and rob me, I tried to fight back but in the state I was in, I was never going to be able to cope with them all. Next I was hit by a bottle and that's all I remember from there (I was rushed to hospital, but wouldn't be aware until much later). Then my Grandad appeared on this hospital corridoor standing close to me, saying my name with his hands raised out towards me saying "not yet". Thing was, he was getting further and further away from me and I kept shouting for him as he disappeared, getting more and more agitated. as I missed him dearly. Next I finally wake up to my missus sitting next to me, I was that out of it I asked what she was doing there, as I thought she was out with friends (I thought we were at home in our bed). When I fully came around, she told me the nurses had been asking her about my Grandad and if he is able to come down. I asked her why, and she said the nurses told her, when I was uncontious, I was screaming for my Grandad, and was getting more and more upset. I then told her that I thought he came to me, but wasn't sure why until I fully came around. To this day, I don't know if I was dreaming due to the head trauma, and still mourning the loss of my Grandad. Or if this actually happened, I'd like to think the latter as he adored and lived for his Grandkids. My head looked like Joseph Merrick when I finally got home, but I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I felt a sense of contentment and serenity, as though he'd shown me he'll always be around.
. So I definitely wasn't able to miss all the white feathers!
it’s why I’ve always said I won’t do a ouija board…too scared 
I’d have screamed 
