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I don't really remember this happening as I was only 4 years old at the time but.....
I use to live in a place called Santry in Dublin, Ireland. My Grandfather was in Hospital, dying. He was 67 years old. For the last 2 or 3 weeks I had gotten into the habit of waking up at 4:45am, going into my mothers room and telling her I needed to go pee pee. She had to stand outside the bathroom door as I had a fear of the dark(what 4 year old wasn't?) Anyway, upon returning to my bedroom and my Mother to her's, my Mother heard me screaming, a real shrill scream. Total fear (or so I've been told). When she ran into my room I was shivering in the corner saying "there was an old man looking in my bedroom window" (third floor window) A short time later my Mother got the phone call that her Father, my Grandfather, had died at 4:45am give or take a minute or two.
There was one other incident that happened to me, when I was much older, only about 10 years ago, which I remember as clearly as I remember yesterday but I don't think I'm ready to talk about that just yet.
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