by Mary Brown
(Curtiss Wisconsin)
When I was about 8 or 9, my Grandma was in the hospital in a coma. My Mom, sister and I were at my grandparent's house in Milwaukee. My mom and I saw 2 headstones together. I now know that represented my Grandma and Grandpa's grave. One night I heard someone walking around in the attic. We were sleeping in my Aunt's old room upstairs. I also heard someone flicking the light switch, but saw nobody. I got this strange feeling someone was watching me, so I looked up to see my Grandma's ghost in the rocking chair. Being that young, I did the normal kid thing and hid under the covers. A few months later, my mom and I were at a park in Kenosha. I was on the merry-go-round, and it started to turn on it's own. My mom was nowhere near it. I told her, and she said it was my Grandma pushing it. My Grandma did love to push my sister and I on the one in Milwaukee.