The Other You

by victoria
(United Kingdom)

When I was 12years old I experienced something strange. My grandmother had passed away two days before my eleventh birthday.

One night I was wide awake, I was 12years old. I heard a noise outside my window. I looked out the window to see what it was. It was my grandmother.

She sat on the ground. She seemed dazed, as if she were lost. I called out to her. She raised her head and looked at me.

I said grandma. She shocked her head and said, I'm the other. I didn't know what she'd meant, so I asked her what she meant by the other? She replied, I'm the other, I'm not your grandmother.

I felt stranged. I knew my grandmother was not a twin. Who was this woman? It was then that I'd felt a cold chill came over me.

I could see right through her.

Whatever it was looked like my grandmother, but it was not her, it was something else. I remember her voice sounded a lot like my grandmothers's voice.

I watched it as it crossed the road to a house and disappeared.