So my Grandma rehashed this story to me while I was in Highschool. About 9 years ago. I can’t say I remember every detail but I know the important parts.

I will say she is kind of out there I guess? She doesn’t do any drugs but she not exactly the most stable mentally, she was more so when she told this, but I truly do not see a reason she would make this story up.

So when she was young, between the ages of 10-13, she lived with her Mom. Occasionally her Uncle would live downstairs. At this time, he was not living there, but she went downstairs to grab potatoes for her mom. She flicked on the light and saw her Uncle sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. She tried to say hi, but got no response. Just him staring blankly in the middle of the room.

She goes back up stairs and says to her Mom “I didn’t know Uncle was staying with us currently”. Of course her Mom replied with “He isn’t” My Nana was like “well I just saw him downstairs sitting in the middle of the room”

Her Mom creeped half way down the stairs, didn’t see him. My Nana like her Mom was very spiritually outgoing, believed in these sorts of things. So she got my Nana, and they drove down the road a little bit to a trailer where her Uncle was staying.

He was laying on the floor of his trailer, dead, from a heart attack.