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“2 things that happened to me that I can’t explain”

by Catherine Girod

I am not a religious person and don’t believe in superstitious stuff. But a couple experiences can’t really be explained any other way.


Years ago, I was at my boyfriend’s house, alone.

There were only 2 sets of keys for his house; I had his keys, his dad had the other set and lived 400 miles away in Las Vegas.

It was about 1: 00 a.m. in the morning, my boyfriend was still at work.


I was in the room reading when I heard the back door open and someone walked up the stairs.


The utility room (kitchen) door opened and someone walked through the kitchen and then down the hall.


The person stopped just outside the bedroom where I was reading.


I said something like, “What do you want?”


“Can I help you with something?”


Then I heard the footsteps go back down the hall, through the kitchen. The door opened and closed as the person moved down the back stairs.


I heard the back door open and then close, and there was no noise again.

I called my boyfriend at work and asked him who else had the keys to his apartment. He said only his dad, but he was at his own home at that time.

When my boyfriend got home about 6 minutes later, he checked out the house and everything was fine.

I can only explain it as a ghost.


Then, in 2014, my dad died.


He died on a Thursday morning. That morning, my niece’s daughter woke up and told me that she had a scary dream.


She said: “Grandpa Boy (my Dad) had turned into a ghost and run out of the hospital and told everyone he was going home.”


She did not yet know that grandpa had died by then, and I don’t think she knew he was in the hospice either, as he had just been admitted the afternoon before.


So, even though I am not a believer, I don’t have any reasonable explanations to these.


Oh, and my other niece saw our dog a few times after he died.

My mom also heard the dog bark out loud in the back yard one morning after he’d died, but there was no dog when she got there.

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About Daniel Nkado

Daniel Nkado is a Nigerian writer and community researcher based in London. He documents African and Black queer experience across Nigeria and the diaspora through community-anchored research, cultural analysis, and public education. He is the founder of DNB Stories Africa. Read Daniel's full research methodology and bio here.

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