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The original was posted on /r/ghosts by /u/Lanky-Ad-789 on 2025-07-20 15:40:38+00:00.
Alright, so this has stuck with me for years, and I still can’t explain it. I lived in Oklahoma from around 2014–2017. Small town, middle of nowhere. And at the time, there was this abandoned trailer house on our property used to belong to my grandma. She and my grandpa lived in it back in the day, but by the time I was a kid, it was long abandoned and used for storage. It was literally falling apart.
One day, I was doing yard work with my brother and we were heading back to the main house. On impulse, I looked into the broken back window of that trailer which was the bedroom window. And I saw a pale, long limbed figure was standing in the shadows of the room, just silently waving at me. I turned to my brother and asked, “Do you see that?” and the second he looked, he just started running and of course I also ran for the hills with him (tripped on a damn water pipe too.)
So yeah. We both saw it. And a year later, I asked him again, out of nowhere, “Remember what we saw in the window?”and he described it exactly how I remembered. Same figure. Same window. Same feeling of being watched by something.
Now. The weird part. When I was way younger possibly even before I was born I had this memory that’s always stuck with me. My first conscious memory ever. I was in this shed, brand new looking, totally clean and bright. A man I didn’t recognize was talking to me gently, smiling. My brother was with me, putting a necklace around my neck. Then the man walked into the back room of the shed and that was it.
Years later, I realized that shed from the memory existed in real life but I had no way of knowing that at the time. It was my grandfather’s old work shed, connected to the same property. I never saw it up close as a kid, yet the memory matched it perfectly literally down to the layout and how it looked when it was new.
I eventually told my dad the memory years after the fact. And he froze. Asked me to describe the man. I did tall, pale, short hair, kind but serious face. My dad showed me a photo.
It was my grandfather. A man who died long before I was born. I never saw a picture of him before then. But I knew that face.
So now I’m left with all of this. A memory from before I had any context, where I met my deceased grandfather. A necklace placed on me by my brother, almost like a ritual or marking. A silent, pale figure waving from the trailer years later the same trailer my grandparents shared.
Could the figure have been him, trying to reach back out? Or something tied to that land and memory? Is it possible to remember something from before you were even born?
I’m open to thoughts. Paranormal, spiritual, ancestral whatever angle you’ve got. This still gives me chills to this day, thanks.