Real stories of horror, grandma and cemetery thirteen years ago.

Real stories of horror, grandma and cemetery thirteen years ago.

Grandma and the cemetery

Thirteen years ago my brother died as a teenager after he was injured

With a serious illness, the doctors were unable to recover and many condolences were offered to the mourners.

Then he was buried in a cemetery close to my friend's house.

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After about eight months, the same friend called me to ask me

Something strange ... he asked me if one of my brothers left school so I replied in the negative,

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Then he said that his grandmother was sitting in the backyard of their house near

The cemetery and I saw outside a young man sitting on a rock and crying, so I went

To him and I asked him about the reason for his crying, but he did not answer her, then she added why she is sitting

Here this time and do not go to your school? He answered her this time: study

Don't help me, then I asked him who are you son? I tell her: I am the son of so-and-so, that is, the same name as my father and the surname of my family.

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I was confused by this connection, and I assumed that whoever had seen the grandmother might have been my brother

The older one, because the little one had not yet entered school, so she took him home

My friend without telling him the story, and his grandmother greeted us, so I asked her if it was

He was the one who saw it, but she denied it and said that it was different.

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Not long after, our relationship with my friend's family was strengthened a lot

The latter decided to visit us at home, after the guests sat in the hall

My friend's grandmother caught the attention of a picture of my dead brother, and said that it was he himself

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She saw him that day, and when I learned of the story of his death, she panicked and was shocked

Everyone was puzzled by this strange incident.