''Twas the night before my high school graduation, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse(cause we ain't have that issue)
I'm in my room sleep and I felt something touch my foot, I was sleepy so I ain't really pay it any attention. Then, I felt it again but this time it was a familiar feeling, then I felt my bed push down as if someone was sitting on it. Then I opened my eyes and jumped back and I saw a figure but it wasn't a figure. I can't explain it but as scared as I was, when I saw the figure I calmed down quick as hell. Then without thinking, I just said grandma I did it and I miss you. Then the bed felt like the figure got up and it touched my foot again. Then it left. I was calm as hell and able to go to sleep. The next morning though, I was scared to tell anyone. I eventually told my mama and I cried hard as hell. (I shed a real nigga tear typing this)
Backstory: my grandmother died when I was 14. As a child, she stayed on me and my cousins about staying in school and graduating. When i used to visit, I used to sleep in her room and before I went to sleep she would always talk to me. While we talked, she would touch my feet. It was kinda like the "this little piggy" type thing or she would like massage my foot. When I got to high school, she was super proud and that's all she would talk about. And how I'm going to graduate and she would be there. She died my freshman year. A month after we planned to spend the summer together.