21. Not Anymore
One day my mom and I were out doing yard work in front of the house. At the time we had a trampoline that sat in front of my bedroom window, which faced the driveway/road. My two little brothers were bouncing on it, they were probably 7 and 9 at the time, and my mom and I had sat down in a pair of lawn chairs to take a break. We were watching my little brothers play when suddenly they both stopped jumping and walked to the edge of the trampoline closest to my bedroom window and sat down, facing the window. They both started talking, but they were speaking as if they were having a conversation that we were only privy to half of.
The older one, S, said something like “…yes…yeah, they’re good…no…ok…” as if he was replying to someone asking him questions. My mom and I looked at each other like “are you hearing this right now?” And she asked them “Who are you guys talking to?” Without looking away from the window S said “She says it’s great gramma. She says she misses you.”
My great-grandmother had died before my little brothers had been born, they had no idea what she looked like. My mom replied, “Great gramma is in heaven baby.” To which he looked over at us and said “Not anymore.”
They stared at the wall for a little longer and then started playing again as if nothing had ever happened. This was, again, one of many incidents that happened at that house. I left Florida in 2017, and while I’ve visited the family home many times since leaving, I’ll never stay there at night by myself. And I try very hard not to leave the room I stay in.