A Night at the Funeral Home

Karen shared a scary story today for Halloween, and since its been a crazy busy week getting ready for state this weekend that I hadn't given the holiday much thought. Like seriously, I was buying candy and costumes last night. Procrastinate much?

This story starts the week of my 19 birthday and culminates a week later.

The week of my 19 birthday, I had a bad feeling. Like something awful was going to happen. My feelings were so strong I started settling my affairs and destroying anything I didn't want people to find if I was dead. My foreboding feeling was really that strong. We were making our yearly trip to Kings Island, an amusement park a few hours away. I couldn't shake this feeling so I got it in my head that I must be going to die on this trip. I know, that's dramatic, but I couldn't think of anything else that would cause me to have such a high level of anxiety. My douchebag of a boyfriend broke up with me on my birthday...and the feeling still stayed with me that something even worse than that was going to happen.

The trip came and went and nothing happened. Unless you count stopping for breakfast and every single thing we ordered tasted rotten. My cousin Eric was with us and he said "your water looks tasty"Even the bacon was gross. I'm surprised none of us got sick.I was happy that I was still alive but the feeling didn't go away.  I went back to school and tried to calm myself because this had to be some weird hormonal issue.....right?

My mom called me a week after my birthday to tell me my grandma, was in the hospital and it didn't look good. She came home from registering my cousin Eric for high school and started throwing up blood. (She adopted Eric from my aunt) School was an hour away and I didn't have a car on campus. Mom was coming to get me while dad stayed at the hospital with his mom. On the trip home from school, I saw the biggest, reddest, fullest moon I had ever seen. The feeling of anxiety and anticipation of some huge awful event, left me as quickly as it came. I said, she's gone. And she was. 

My family has a tradition that we stay up with the dead. Whenever someone in my family dies someone or a group of someones stay at the funeral home the entire time that they are there. We always use the same funeral home and they are just use to us doing that. I've spent the night there with several of my relatives so this night in question was not a new experience. However, what happened while we were there was a new experience.

 On the night she was laid out, after the last visitor left, the group I was with, consisting of  my mom, dad, sister, my aunt and uncle, went out to the carport and sat. My grandma was in the first room on the right. There were no other bodies laid out at this time. We sat out there for hours with the door to the funeral home propped open. We told stories and reminisced. While sitting out there I started to shiver and feel cold. This was early August so the temp in Kentucky is always hot and sticky humid.I had no idea why I was shaking so badly and my teeth were starting to chatter. I noticed the swirling of shadows above the covered carport. I didn't feel concerned about this though. Looking back, I'm really not sure why I didn't feel concerned. We all stood up after awhile to go to the restroom, stretch our legs, and go back inside where grandma was. Just as we get to the door (which was only a few steps from where we were sitting) We heard my grandma speak. She said Carrie three distinct times. We froze and stared at each other. Trying to determine if we were having a collective hallucination.

We walked in a scared huddle into the room she lay in and nothing was out of place. I don't know if I half expected her to be sitting up and wondering where we were and what the fuss was about, but she wasn't. She was still in the position the funeral director placed her in.


2 comments

  1. That's creepy! Thank you so much for sharing your story. I'm sorry you lost your grandma, but I'm glad it wasn't you. :-)

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  2. Thank you, I'm glad it wasn't me too. I sometimes wonder how life would be different if she was still alive. She definitely held things together.

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