• It was in the summer of 2004. At that time my whole family was living in a three story house. My Mom, Dad, Sister, Nephew, Niece and child hood friend and her family were all living there. A total count of ten people. Our house was huge with a large backyard, two garages and a long garden with a giant pear tree in the back. Our house was big enough to probably fit a nation. Because of our spacious house. We also manage to open our own daycare in our own basement. Which was controlled by both my parents and my sister. However it was solely run by my mother. Me and my older nephew were the caretakers. My mother had twelve children in which we fed them, played with them, watch them and changed them. While of course my sister did nothing but watch and so call "supervised us". The older children went to the same school as us. So naturally we picked them up and dropped them off. No more than two blocks from our house the school and the daycare was. You can say we were fortunate. At the end of the day when all the festivities was done, and the last child who would always have a careless parent. Pick them up at 10 o' clock close to 11. We decided to all chill, sitting on the veranda. Just as we were about to leave we get a phone call. Of course mom is the first to pick it up. "Hello who's this" she says speaking in patwa, our second language. I can't hear the person on the phone but i knew who it was."Carms calm down! what's wrong talk to me". I hear mom screaming. Carms is short for Auntie Carmen. I'm surprise considering the fact that those two don't get along. And avoid talking to each other at all cost. I quickly stop what I'm doing and run in the kitchen. The expression on my Mother's face is one I will never forget. It was so blank, frozen as if she had no idea what hit her. Her face expression scared me to the point where i thought my heart was gonna fall out. At that point it did. She hung up the phone.Tears falling down her eyes like a never ending waterfall. I struggled to speak more afraid of what she might say "Mom... talk to me what's wrong". More sobs and crying. Her crying eventually brings the whole family in. My dad is the first to reach her "Eula what happened to you!". Mom slowly peers up, her eyes blood red. Her voice no more than a whisper. She finally speaks " Oh...Hector papa just died...". Her words one by one sent arrows flying straight into my heart. The will to speak, walk, eat, or sleep meant nothing to me. It was as if i was a new born baby squeezed out of my mother.... no it can't be true it just can't be. No sooner did i just turn 12. In no time me, mom, dad and my sister booked a flight to Jamaica. My nephew couldn't come because he had no green card. To tell you the truth the trip was a blur. i Felt like a walking robot no life, no energy , no will. I just sat there quietly through the whole entire ride, Staring outside my window like some lifeless doll. I was starting to think i was one. It seemed i had no feelings whatsoever. I neither ate nor slept when we landed. It was so bad that even the intense heat and pesky mosquitoes eating at me was no bother to me at all. I neither cared. In the two weeks we were there i never left the house to go the beach or eat festival and fish with Gulgulas an Indian food. One of my favorites. At the end of the of the second week grandpas funeral was held. I didn't start crying till i saw them lowering him six feet below the ground. Although i hardly knew him, i still felt apart of him was still there. After the wake and the family get together party. We went home. I end up having to share a room with my sister and my annoying cousin. But none of us felt in the mood to complain, instead we all pushed both the beds together and prayed. Shortly after that we lied down talking and eventually fell asleep. However in the dead of the night i was being poked by my sister "Krystal wake up! wake up!"." What!" i whispered in an anger. She told me "to listen". I turned to her staring, was she mad so i said "listen to wha-". I was cut off as i heard footsteps coming from the hallway to our bed room door. My heart started to pound my sister turned to me her eyes even in the dark i could tell she was afraid "Quick! under the bed wake up Tilly it might be a thief!". It wasn't uncommon for thieves to be roaming at night specially since Jamaica was small and the houses in some places are not so good with protection. It took me awhile to wake up Tilly. Who slept soundly. She got up to ready to blow up in anger but i covered her mouth saying"SHHH! a thief may be at the door hide!". All three of us ran under the bed pulling each other to stay close.Our hearts beating in unity to how terrified we was. All i kept on thinking was what do we do if he finds us? how should we attack? should we scream or run?. I pressed closer to my sister on the right and in between poor Tilly on the left. I thought being in the middle they might be the first to be caught. The door open. THUD THUD THUD. the footsteps came close to us then stopped. We all looked at each other holding out breaths, sweat trickling down our fore heads to our throats. SQUEAK he sat in the bed!. We screamed our lungs out. As we felt the weight of the springs on us. Our voices so loud and strident people next door could hear us. We quickly dash from under the bed and ran out the room to run into dad. He was screaming "Walter your dead you don't belong here leave this place!". We held on to him crying our bodies trembling in fear our voices mute. Stuck in our throats no words could come out. Dad took us in the other room and all five of us bunked close to each other, not caring if we were hot and sweating. So scared were we, we even pulled for the thick comforter for protection. The next morning i couldn't fathom what i had heard let alone witness. I know I wasn't the only one to notice something not someone sat in the bed. But strangely enough with no foot, it was impossible. Dad sat us down and told us that it wasn't a thief but grandpa. I couldn't believe what Dad was saying. But i had to for i know what i felt. I know I'm not going crazy Shivers ran up my spine as the memory flashed in my head. I felt completely numb. Why was all, i could ask. but i knew i wasn't going to get answers. I do know what i felt and heard was real even till this day. I started to wonder. Maybe if spirits are real then maybe God is too.On the way back home i was glad to be back in New York. But even though i had came home i couldn't help but feel it won't be my first nor the last i will witness something like this again. I do hope if it dose happen, may God have mercy on me.