My grandfather passed away in our house when I was 12 years old. The day of the funeral passed, followed by the ninth day. On the ninth day, we held a memorial dinner at home. That evening, as usual, I prepared my bed, turned off the light, lay down… and suddenly…

My grandfather passed away in our house when I was 12 years old. The day of the funeral came and went, followed by the ninth day. On the ninth day, we held a memorial dinner at home. That evening, as usual, I prepared my bed, turned off the light, and lay on my side, facing the opposite wall. I stayed there, just lying still with my eyes open. Suddenly, above the dresser, a soft, silent white

glowing orb began to form as if made of tiny particles. It pulsed and shimmered. Frozen in shock, I suddenly screamed and rushed to the light switch. After turning on the light, I ran into the dark hallway and hit another switch. Once the hallway was lit, I sat down on

the floor to catch my breath. My parents came out and asked what had happened. I told them everything. We went back to my room, where everything was, of course, calm and normal. We concluded that it was probably my grandfather coming to say goodbye.