Grandad's Slipper

I am fifthteen years old. My grandad died in 1998, since then my mother (his daughter) opened her playschool in his house. As a way of making money I go in there to clean on sunday mornings on my own.

When he was alive he used to sit in his chair beside the door. When you entered the house you would always see his slippers.

Well a couple of months ago I was in cleaning and as I came out the door and looked up and I saw his slipper there for about two seconds and then it was gone. I know he was there watching over me and keeping me safe. I wasn't scared at all in fact it was a lovely experience.