One of my first experiences with the paranormal was in my Nana’s house (my mother’s mother). Located on the main street in Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada, it was a 19th century farmhouse. Being that old, the stairs
would creak and the house would moan in the wind, but it had other oddities within the walls.
When I was playing with my cousins in the house, I would see a man standing in the corner of the room. A tall, slender man, he would smile in amusement. He never communicated; he just stood there, watched and smiled. Although I had never seen him, he felt familiar to me. Before I could discover who he was, my Nana sold her house and moved in with my Uncle and family in the country. Much to my surprise, the man in the corner followed her. I knew then that he was somehow linked to Nana, but I wasn’t sure how.
When I was 25 years old, Nana passed away. I drove for seven hours to my Uncle’s house. Upon my arrival, I found a strange air in the house. For the first time the house had no spiritual activity. The man in the corner, who followed Nana years before, had moved on. I found it a bit odd, so I started to open up to my Mom about him.
I told her about the first time I saw him and how he followed Nana when she moved. As I described him from what I remembered, I found my Mom smiling through her tears. The man I had described matched her father. He passed away when she was 21 years old, almost 40 years to the day that Nana left us.
All those years he watched his kids get married and start a family. He watched his grandchildren play from the corner.
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