Submitted by N.E.R.
There are stories of my grandmother and her psychic connections, many which are really interesting, but I never came in direct contact with it until she passed, and in this case it was really frightening.
After my grandmother’s funeral my sister and I went back to my grandmother’s house. My father was named Charles and he had a close relationship with his mother.
Between my sister and myself we had six kids. We put them all to bed in sleeping bags on the living room floor and my sister went to sleep in the spare room.
My father and I stayed up very late talking as was a habit of ours. Some time well after one am my dad was in the middle of telling me a story when all of the sudden the wind whipped up outside like a storm was rolling in… then suddenly we heard some loud knocks on the window.
We turned and saw nothing outside.
My father started talking again and we heard knocks at the window again and a clear, woman’s voice loudly calling “Chaaarrrrrrrlllllesss….. Charles…… Charles….” over and over again.
My father turned white as a sheet, and froze mid-sentence. I was so terrified I couldn’t speak. Finally my father just said “well, we better go to bed then,” and he got up and left the room.
I was supposed to spend the night on pull-out couch in that room that night but I was too terrified to do it, so I went and slept on the floor near all the children. For reasons I can’t explain, my father and I never talked about that night.
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