On May 24th, 2016, my mom suffered a sudden stroke while I was at a track meet. She was taken off life support six days later—May 30th—just two days before my birthday. I was also about to start high school the following Fall. Her funeral felt off. The church lights flickered and suddenly shut-off. The priest gave an odd stare at the ceiling that I still can’t explain.

That summer, strange things began to happen in our house. The hallway bathroom door would slam shut, despite no windows. Our old button-radio turned on by itself. Footsteps echoed in the kitchen late at night—where my mom used to spend most of her time. The creepiest part? My lamp had a twist-dial dimmer that would slowly turn on its own. I’d bury myself under the covers and call my dad to come fix it.

It went on for two months—not just creepy, but a constant, haunting reminder. Eventually, my dad brought in a priest to bless the house. After that, it all stopped.

I know what I experienced. I wasn’t mentally unwell, and I’m obviously doing fine now. I don’t even really believe in ghosts. But I still think about it. I just thought it was intriguing enough to share. I’m not dumb (not to sound cocky & i’m just building my rep here). I have always excelled in my studies & start a VERY competitive-professional career in two weeks. Truth is part of my standards of morals & professionalism. I hate liars.

Ask me anything, if needed.