My father's ghost story

My father has told me the same story all the time if we get into ghost discussion.

He said he was around 13 or 14, when he woke up he saw in the corner a light see thru figure, not with arms but with wings that acted as if they were arms. He went into the kitchen because he got up to get a glass of water in the first place, and then splashed cold water on his face. When he came back in the room, he heard humming, and went back in his bed, the angel was still there. He said he was scared at first but a warm sense of calm came over him and he quickly fell asleep.

The angel's face? His grandmother who died 2 weeks before. The humming was a song that everyday his grandmother would hum no matter what she was doing. Pretty cool huh?

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