The house I livein right now is haunted by my boyfriend's family. It pisses me off because they try to mean well but I still get the shit scared out of me. He doesn't see or hear them. Both of his parents and grandparents died in this house. Before we started dating, I was renting downstairs. It's like a granny flat on the lower level and a proper house on the top story. His grandparents lived down there when they were alive. A few times I'd wake up in them iddle of the night and see an old guy standing at the end of my bed. He'd turn and walk away when he saw I was awake. I told Grant about it and he asked me to describe the guy. Ending up scaring Grant because he looked exactly liek hsi Grandad who apparently used to stand and watch Grant sleep at night when he'd babysit him. Grant said not to be scared because he's just watching over me.

Then we started dating and I moved upstairs. I always see his mother up here. I hear her, smell her perfume and cooking. She shows me things in dreams. Things that Grant found himself forced to believe me because there was no way I could know these things. Like one dream I was sitting downstairs kicking a soccerball around and she brought me a plate of fruitcake. He said every afternoon after school he'd play soccer with friends and she'd always make fruitcake without fail. He gets really upset sometimes hearing these things. He's sad that they are gone but comforted they are still here. They never have any messages for him.

Two nights ago I was trying to sleep and Grant kept tickling me and I told him to go away and he sulked and went to sleep on the couch. I woke up at around 11pm because someone gave me a hard shove. I thought it was Grant. I turned around to get up him and saw no one there. I went to go back to sleep and got shoved again and got very overwhelmed with the sense that his mother wanted me to make up with him. I went and make him come off the couch and back to bed and she didn't bug me for the rest of the night.