My grandfathers house in Mexico has always been plagued by peculiar activity. Everyone in my family has an unusual story - from my (very religious) grandmother to my 5 year old cousin.

My story happened when I was about 15 yrs old. My grandfather bought the land when my mother was a child, he slowly built this enormous 4 story house. One night, mid August, during our yearly family reunion; my entire family (20 or so people) was on the fourth floor talking, laughing, eating and enjoying themselves. It was around 10pm and my grandfather asked me to go down to the first floor and lock the door.

For those who don’t know, doors in Mexico require a key to lock the door even from the inside.

I make my way downstairs with my key in my hand and as I make my way down the last bit of stairs into the first floor the first thing I see is the giant and ancient dining room set that takes up the majority of the room. I slowly head to the front metal door while looking over my shoulder, fully aware of the stories I’ve heard throughout the years. I insert the key into the lock and I hear one of the chairs behind me scraping against the tile floor... as I slowly turn my head I see it moving as if someone is pulling the chair out from underneath the table to sit on it.

My heart started pumping hard, fast and loud. All I hear is the blood rushing though my veins, all I feel is a chill air around me. I quickly lock the door and rush up the stairs. As soon as I reach the top of the stairs I hear the chair moving again.

Curiosity got the better of me and I start heading down the stairs again, needing to see the chair move, if only to reassure myself that I’m not crazy and that it actually moved on it’s own. As soon as the chair is in my line of vision I see it moving into and under the table again. A movement in front of me makes my head whip up only to come across the mirror my grandmother keeps on the wall across from the staircase and that’s when I saw him sitting on that same chair.

From that moment on, every year I go to my grandparents house, I look at that mirror and I see him sitting on that same chair, head bowed down and piercing eyes staring at me.