"My paternal grandfather passed away, and after the funeral, our entire family returned to the little farm where he had lived with my grandmother because we didn't want to leave her alone. My grandfather was an extremely irritableold fellow who went around grumbling about pretty much anything, including any loud sound, or voice, or laughter. My aunts and cousins and I were sitting on the veranda talking, trying to dissipate the air of sadness. After an exhausting day, we were ready to laugh a little, but as soon as we did, we heard shuffling footsteps from inside the house, and a grumbling voice say, “shove that yelling up your ass”, EXACTLY HOW MY GRANDFATHER DID WHEN HE WAS ALIVE. We all froze; it was as if he were actually there. A short time later, my grandmother ended up moving away from the farm."
