I'm not convinced that this was a paranormal occurrence, but it definitely was odd and never happened again, just this time. I never knew my granddad, he lived in the US and I live in Argentina, so I never had a relationship with him besides a handful of phone calls in my childhood. The day he passed away of old age I was in my bedroom, on the computer, when I stepped on water, I realized that there was a big puddle of water on the floor, I remember getting angry and calling my brother bc he always left open bottles of water in the floor, but when I crouched to look for the bottle under my bed (from when the water was coming) there was nothing in there. I moved my bed and realized the water was coming from where the wall meets the floor, it was coming from all over the wall that my bed was next to. I moved my things from the floor and waited, until after a couple of hours it stopped. I was skeptical for months because that very same day there were people fixing a pipe outside on my street, and I assumed that for some reason that caused the water to pour from the floor, never made the connection with my granddad's death. But a couple of months later my father told me something that scared me a little bit, my bedroom used to be my grandparents when my dad was a kid, and their bed was next to the same wall that the water pouring from, the same wall that my own fucking bed is next to.
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[link] [comments]I'm not convinced that this was a paranormal occurrence, but it definitely was odd and never happened again, just this time. I never knew my granddad, he lived in the US and I live in Argentina, so I never had a relationship with him besides a handful of phone calls in my childhood. The day he passed away of old age I was in my bedroom, on the computer, when I stepped on water, I realized that there was a big puddle of water on the floor, I remember getting angry and calling my brother bc he always left open bottles of water in the floor, but when I crouched to look for the bottle under my bed (from when the water was coming) there was nothing in there. I moved my bed and realized the water was coming from where the wall meets the floor, it was coming from all over the wall that my bed was next to. I moved my things from the floor and waited, until after a couple of hours it stopped. I was skeptical for months because that very same day there were people fixing a pipe outside on my street, and I assumed that for some reason that caused the water to pour from the floor, never made the connection with my granddad's death. But a couple of months later my father told me something that scared me a little bit, my bedroom used to be my grandparents when my dad was a kid, and their bed was next to the same wall that the water pouring from, the same wall that my own fucking bed is next to. submitted by /u/lunasrojas_ [link] [comments]
