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. If you
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