In lieu of Halloween:

My grandmother died on June 4th of this year. When alive, she was a restless soul. When dead, she was a restless soul.

She smoked too many cigarettes...this is part of why it happened. A year before, her body just stopped. She was running to work, going to book club meetings, going to church...and one day, she couldn't get out of bed...Her body was simply too tired. We (my mom and I) took care of her for a year after that...She went to the hospital at the end of May...I was with her the entire night before she passed on June 4th. I held her hand, kissed her forehead. But, she didn't know I was there. She must have been roaming somewhere else, in past tense, in a memory...
She came to see me the night after she died. I didn't believe in ghosts until that moment. I slept until 2am. Then I awoke to her half present body; a white nightgown, black arms (she lost circulation before she died), a blured face...It took me several moments to realize it, but when it hit me, I was terrified. I lept from my bed and ran towards the door, only to see this figure, still present and strong, running towards the window...When I screamed, she evaporated from bottom to top.
I was angry...she had scared me...Now, I am sad. Maybe it was her last chance to visit her loved ones before she left our realm forever. If I could to it over again, I would tell her how much I loved her.