by 76003.1653@compuserve.com
When I was a little girl, I remember the long weekends I would spend at my grand parents house. One time, I was just about to fall asleep on the hide-a-bed in the living room when I noticed someone out of the corner of my eye. It looked like a man. I looked again and noticed it was a man. He turned and walked toward the hall and disapeared. Because I was half asleep, I shrugged it off to my sleepiness. A few years later, my mother and I were discussing paranormal experiences we had had and I told her about the man I saw at Grandma's. She just smiled at me and said, "That's the indian in Grandma's house. " I only saw him one other time. That time I paid closer attention to what I was seeing and he definately is an indian.
