Paranoia

After going through an early life with short visitations of paranormal occurrences, Lana's perspective of the afterlife eventually changed. Not so long ago the death of a beloved family member. Were they trying to communicate with her. My name is Edwin, and here is Lana. It's true scary story. I was born and raised in one of the less developed countries in Europe. It's called Serbia. When my nana and grandpa got married, Serbia was still part of Yugoslavia. They were stable enough to build a fine house for the future generations. He has three floors, all with the same layout. The third one was used as an attic until a few years ago. At first, my aunt lived on the ground floor, my dad with his parents on the second one. Until I was born. My aunt moved out. Me and my parents moved in the ground floor. When I was four. My grandfather passed away the hospital unexpectedly, right before he was supposed to have an operation regarding his Alzheimer. Although the nurses say that he died from Alzheimer, we have a theory that he had a heart attack because of the strong fills they gave him cause strong falluscinations. They sat in my family a bunch. My little brother was expected to be born a few months after his death. I was born only a couple of years after the Balkan Wars. The situation in my country wasn't great. With my toys were mostly from the garden. This led me to use my head as a playground, not the material stuff around me. I used to have a wild imagination that were in my parents. TV and movies my parents will find me to watch sometimes on our PC were a very big deal. Whatever I would see, I would stay in my mind for as long as my edumation could handle it. Internet at the time wasn't that always safe space. It wasn't hard to come across something that isn't children appropriate. There was a parody video of one children's songs that was very popular. The parody video contained badly edited stage performance with fursuits or of different animals. The costumes were for really made me, being a five year old girl, found that the scariest thing I could imagine. I started living every day with paranoia as a kid that grew sleep paralysis problems. The first sleep paralysis is one of my core memories. It must have been to you in the morning I was laying on one of the old couches we had in one of the bedrooms with my mom. Right above us was a big window looking out at the garden. Across the room was the TV. Next to it was the door. Out doors in our house other than the bathroom, were made out of glass. It was a wooden framed door with like rectangular glass part in the middle. The type of the glass with texture on it you cannot see clearly through it. I recall opening my eyes because of a bad dream. I could not make myself move. I was looking up at the door of my room, and out of nowhere, I see a dark figure coming to the doorknob on the other side of the door. I'm thinking my dad is coming to help me. I'm coming down, But as the door is cracking open, I remember noticing instead of my dad's face, a gray muzzle coming through. It reveals something big that ragged out wolf for dog like costume come into my room. It looked like the one I would see on the TV. I was trying my best to scream or wake up my mom. I broke out of the paralysis as I'm standing up. Instead of the figure disappearing or fading into the air as it is supposed to. It slowly backs up and runs. As I'm raising my hand to hit my mom and cry for help. My mom was hugging me, thinking she's just a child having nightmares. This is normal. But I do not remember falling asleep that night. The worst is that this isn't the only time I saw that thing. We were laying again on the same sofa. I'm there waking up. I collect my head looking towards the window. I know I was very tired that night. They didn't try to. I'm looking at the window to the backyard, trying to sleep. Just like the last time, the same figure comes into the frame. Know that that cannot be my dad. What would my dad be doing in the garden at this time? I'm looking at it, following it with my eyes, not trying to find the proalysis. This time, I felt frozen. It walks slowly as it was in the middle of the window. It not only stops, I kept staring at it. It lasted for a few minutes. I cannot make out how long it took, but just like the last time, it didn't disappear. It crawled down outder the window. I might have been out of the paralysis, I still did not move. I decided to take my blanket and pick through it through the view un till the morning. These aren't the only times of seeing such things. These two truly stuck to my mom. My problems with parannoya and constant anxiety continued as I aged, but also found out that what my problems were, and I tried to live with them as peaceful as I could. I never liked to believe in very religious stuff unless it was my only hope. I did my best to keep my call through days. By developed insomnia as a young person. Because I was too scared to fall asleep. I will stay up for nights at the time looking at my little ALCOHTL phone. I rarely had problems during those nights other than not being able to fall asleep. There are things that would happen. Hearing laughter, It wasn't normal after it was the chucole or silverware in the kitchen being tossed around. But still to this day, I think that was just my mind playing game on me. But there was one thing that still gives me dilemma to think about to this day. We renovated some things and I got my own bed that was looking at the door of the room. There would be nights when I would be sitting in my bed minding my business. Out of nowhere, there would appear a bright white light that would just pass through my door. The whole time, what was going through my mind was, Oh, it's just a car passing through the street. The light is reflecting my door. Nothing special. I would see this light once a week. It would quickly pass by the door like a car would. The light wasn't like a laser light. It was a big football ball sized light. One day I got curious. I decided to go to the living room and see if the curtains were up again. We would usually prefer them to be down during the night. We had one of these heavy, built in wooden curtains that would cover the window. I'm going there right after saw the light pass by. As I'm coming into the living room. My heart sinks. The curtains were all the way down, no gaps or anything. I went back to my room prayed to never stay awake again and see it. As I continued growing into a teenager, I started having less and less problems. When I was fifteen, my dad, brother, mom and I moved to Germany and left my nana to take care of the house. Back then, we've noticed her developing dementia. They moved away, made attic liveable, renovated it, and moved the family in to help my nana pay the bills. Then twenty twenty came and with it COVID. We haven't been able to travel much and see the family again, but we stayed in the constant touch online. In twenty twenty one, my nana got infected and very sick. Along came my aunt and cousin. It was very hard for them to take care of her when they themselves were painfully sick. After a few weeks of sickness, my family decided to give her into the hospital to help her. We realized that it was the worst mistake we could have made because there is where she passed. Her organs started failing, and the hospital's being full of infected patients, she wasn't taken care of. She would be left without water or food. She passed after a three weeks into the hospital. My dad and I needed to fly back for the funeral. Coming back into the house, the realization totally hit me. My paranoia was never the problem. The feeling I got after a year or two not being at that house was sudden. The instantdarkness of the energy hit me. Before the funeral was held, my dad, my aunt and I went to her floor to green in peace for a bit. We sat on the sofa for five to ten minutes in silence. Everything was very heavy, the air, the atmosphere. I didn't feel well mentally nor physically. We jumped the silence. From only three of us sitting praying, we suddenly see her TV turned on. Their moment was right next to the TV. None of us stood up. We looked at each other and decided that there was a sign to leave for the funeral. After the funeral was done, we have this practice in my family, sit down talk with food and drinks that the departed person liked. There was quite of us in the garden sitting and chattering all together. Thirty minutes to one hour of us sitting there talking. Fine glasses of water and juice got spilled. Two of them were completely untouched and unprovoked. All of the sudden falling. We took that as her telling us how thirsty she was, her letting herself heal from how drive she felt. Chain of these events led me to suspect some things about afterlife. After the funeral, Lana returned to the same place, the one that has haunted her. But now things are about to take a turn. Her story continues right after this stay with us. We had to come back to Germany right after the funeral because of school and work. As summer approached, we took the opportunity to spend it back at our home country after COVID. My dad, my brother, and I flew there as soon as the summer break started. We stayed in the house for the whole season. The whole time, the feeling never went away. It was the same as a couple of years back. I found it very hard to stay there for a longer time, but nothing really happened. It was the feeling that was pushing me away, some kind of healing my thoughts throughout that month, thinking less and less negatively and calming my grief down about Nana. The week before I was supposed to go back north, I experienced my first dream of her. This is the most unsetlliling dream I've ever had. The dream starts with me sitting on the couch. I knew my family was side. It looked dark out I recollect watching the TV with dim lights on. The door of the living room was located behind a tin small wall behind the couch. Out of nowhere, I hear a knock on the door for apartment from Tom. I didn't hear anyone knock on that for a long time. Only Nana and my aunt do that, but I thought it was just my family making sure that I'm not asleep. I'm slowly standing up from the sofa, turning around to look at the door, and then the living room comes Nana. At first, I'm feeling overwhelming excitement, not realizing why I'm missing her. So I'm standing up coming to her, petrified, very confused. She walks in with her pink blazer, pulling a little mug in her hand, and I'm standing there asking her, how are you, Nana, How are you back? How have you been? I'm realizing Nana is not with us anymore, and that it is impossible for her to be standing in front of me. I'm thinking the whole time, this is not a dream. My fear is coming to light. I stopped in my tracks, and after hearing the questions, instead of her answering them, she tells me, my child, what are you talking about? I need sugar? Could you lend me some? Would? I started panicking, started yelling at her, Nana, why are you here? You shouldn't be here. You're not here with us. This isn't new, and I tried to push her back to the door. I'm hysterically talking and yelling. She keeps looking at me, confused, trying to fight me off, saying, come on, Lena, what are you talking about? Have you gone crazy? I turn around, grab my phone. I'm running around the table. She's coming in again, still standing at the door with her mug in her hand. I walked to her and push her back a bit so that we are standing in the hallway and I'm looking at her in anger and despair. She doesn't want to leave me alone. I noticed I can make her face and body out. She looks taller than she did before, but her face is totally normal. This led me to remember that in dreams, you wouldn't be able to shape a face of a person. You would always look disorted, But looking at her, she looked exactly how I remember her. This caused me to panic. I might have thought of in the dream that actually is a dream got turned down. I didn't start thinking that it is in fact not her. You can't dead person cannot come back to life, but another person or a creature dressed up as her. I'm saying, who are you? You're not my nan, Tell me who you are. Leave my house. This isn't her, Why are you here? I'm pacing around, not understanding anything really odder than the fact that this intruder might hurt me. I run into my room that next to me. I climbed the door just to make sure she doesn't come in. I grabbed like the first thing that is on my bed to defend myself, a belt. So I bring my phone out and I start dialing the police again. I see the numbers very clearly, and again this isn't very typical for a dream. I'm calling the number, waiting on the line. I go out to the hallway where she was. I start lightly tapping her with a belt, hoping she'll back up. As I am doing it, I managed to wake up. I woke up in full sweat and at least fifteen minutes to calm myself down and think through what I had just experienced. I never dreamt of her ever before. When she was alive. Even the next day, I shared the dream with my family. Y'all tell me the same, my cousin, my dad. We all came to the conclusion that people that pass that past common her dreams and tell us a story. Talk to us. My nana here seemed very confused and unconscious of the dream. We shared our stories. Later on, my aunt had a dream the day before her funeral. My nana was showing off the clothes that my aunt picks for burying her. I went back to Germany for school and my life kept going. I had a couple of more dreams, but after the first one, one of them really scared me as much. No matter what the dream was about, she always seemed to go search for sugar or juice in our apartment. Whenever I would encounter her in my dreams, it became lucid. I was aware she wasn't there and that had to be a dream. The next summer came, I flew back to my city to spend it with my friends. I spent the summer alone at that house. We had people paying the rent to the attic. I didn't really have much contact with them. I stayed in the house for a few more weeks before going away. At a hard time falling asleep, random noises would happen again and again. There was one night that stuck to me. I was laying in my father's bed. His bedroom was placed next to the door of the entrance of the apartment. Our house was made so that you you come through the main door in a big hallway with the stairs they go up to Nana's ground and the attic. My dad's room was on the wall of the staircase. We had those wooden type of walls that felt empty on touch. Even a tap we heard. With the whole hallway there was a big double bed. The headboard is located against the wall that separates the stairs from the room. I'm laying there watching my phone, waiting for my eyes to start closing. It was three two am. I'm about to fall asleep. Then I hear a few taps on the wooden wall on the stairway. This woke me up instantly. It wasn't anyone from the house, because then I would hear them walking down the stairs or the door opening. But it wasn't. It was a few paths and taps, harder ones against the wood. I fell asleep, started dreaming that I was in that house again. I don't remember the beginning of the dream. I know I wanted to go up the stairs, right on the spot where the taps from earlier happened. I bumped into Nana. I was very cut off the ground. I just told her hi, I asked her if she's all right, and ran up the stairs. My dream became lucid. I was able to remember what happened in my away hours. Every dream with her I continue having was not something I took for guaranteed. Other than a few unsettling ones, they meant a lot to me. It gave me comfort that she was still thinking of us and visiting us. She never seemed to understand she wasn't actually alive. The last dream ahead of her, I think is the last one that I will be having. Error. I was back in my home country for a few days. I guess she took that as an opportunity to say goodbye. The dream begun with my mom and me walking down one of the streets not far from my house. We talked about how we wanted to buy a new apartment in one of the bigger buildings right next to us, about buying furniture and other things we needed. While going up the elevator to the apartment that we supposedly both, I remember us walking the flat and her saying that she's going to go down to get some groceries. Well, I went to my room. The room had a slim closet with one plant and a white chair. Right across my room was a kitchen with the hallway in between. I'm cross legs, sitting texting someone on my phone, looking down when by my peripheral vision, I see a black figure from the corner of my room stand in front of me. I hold my head up. I see Nana now. In every dream ever I've had with her, she wore her more bright colored clothes. All the shirts and blue, labor, purple or pink. Those were her favorite colors. Time was different. She will dress and her long black black coat with her black suit hat and the black tote bag she never let go of. This was her to go outfit. Whenever she would go out. She comes in stands right above me this time, no mug, no smiling, just standing and staring. I start yelling at her, Oh my god, Nana, I love you, but don't do that ever. Again, you're scaring me, Please leave now. No response. She didn't even start talking to me, She just kept looking at me. At one point, she starts going, not even walking, more like floating to the room. She goes to the kitchen. I followed her around. She keeps looking at her apartment and following her, telling her to leave, that I don't want to see her right now, that she shouldn't just pop out of nowhere. I run to my room, grab my phone, start texting my friends, pamming him. I don't know what to do. Should I tell her to go. I keep pasting around, looking at what Nana is doing. All of a sudden, instead of her walking away, she disappears, fades off into the air like she never did before. I woke up only a few moments after that. I knew what that meant. She gained consciousness and decided to say goodbye. I sometimes regret not talking to her or taking her seriously. After talking to my aunt, she recommended to go to the church and talk to her, tell her that I'm ready to let go of her and for her soul to rest in peace. I like that idea, but I feel it is unneeded. After that dream, I haven't heard from anyone man family having dreams of her. I came back home and am settling. Well. I haven't been to that house after having that dream. Every next time I flew back to my city, I will stay with my mom's parents instead. I was concerned from my own safety, my sleeping problems, where I leave now, my mental state. I'm very happy about going back there. Every time I have to leave, I would need time to recover my mental state. I haven't seen or heard of my nana after the last dream, and I can say that no matter how much I miss her, I can stay in peace with it. I hope that one day I'll be able to go back there and live with no words in my mind. 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