The sirens from the ambulance startled me when they came rushing up to my house with four or five other county vehicles. I jumped out of bed running down the hallway to find my grandma being taken out of the house on a stretcher. Not everything was real clear to me back then, and I'm not going to lie, it still isn't. All my life I dreamed of a perfect life, a life so free, unimaginable, firm. But sadly, we don't always get what we want. In fact, we get the opposite. I would like to blame Adam and Eve for all that happens, but in the end, who will you blame? It's no one's fault that my grandma got lung cancer and died when I was eight. I was shattered like glass for many years and it still hurts so much to think about her, but I know that I have to be strong because she'll want that in me and my family. It was about a week until Christmas and the white tree was up in the north corner of the house, beautiful decorations scattered on the tree, lights shining brighter than the sun, and presents spread out accordingly to who they were going too. My family and I were standing around in the living room admiring the tree's beautiful scenery. When my brother looked behind the tree and spotted something---a figure. He alerted my uncle and grandpa but I didn't see a thing. They swear up and down it was my grandma standing behind the tree in a white dress, her long beautiful brown hair was draping over her shoulders. They couldn't make it out one hundred percent because it was blurry from the bright lights. I didn't see anything and to this day my mind is still a little foggy about what they saw but i'm not doubting because what I've witnessed isn't much different. After the passing of my grandmother we started receiving strange phone calls, the TV will turn on and go to her favorite Soap Opera " The Young and the Restless" the microwave will turn on, and the lights would flicker. The phone calls would happen every day approximately around 4:00, that's when we were all home from school and work. We knew it was her because she would leave voice mails saying " This Is Carolyn Eslick" one time when we actually beat the call before it ended there was just heavy breathing. It was like she was scared to talk," could she talk?" I wonder, I'm pretty sure when you die you still have the same possible features and privileges as you did when your alive. The next couple of days were the same, phone calls, TV changing, light flickering, It was the same story but on different days. But the thing that happened this time was a whole different chapter in this story. My grandpa was sitting at the kitchen table drinking Folger coffee out of a white coffee mug, I was standing by the kitchen entrance with my brother, and my sister was standing in the middle of the kitchen talking to my grandpa. My mind isn't too clear about what we were talking about but I do remember this: My sister had her hair in a ponytail that day still standing in the same spot in the kitchen. As she was standing there something grabbed her hair, her ponytail flew up and she went back. As she hit the ground a picture of my grandma's brother's fluttered out of nowhere landing on the floor. At the time we all gasped and look at each other " What the heck!" My grandpa jumped out of his chair helped my sister up and picked up the picture. I didn't understand why my grandma would do that, unless ...it wasn't her. Everyday got more interesting there where more phone calls and more mysterious figures appearing in corners of the room. I could just feel that room getting cold at times and after a while, I got use to it. Even though I never actually seen my grandma...I knew she was there, and she was always going to be there. I wouldn't actually know what to do If I seen her. I might scream in fear and take of running. It's just a matter of how I am feeling. Several weeks later we moved, we no longer had that same phone that we use to receive phone calls from, which after we got rid of that phone, mysteriously, everything stopped. We no longer received phone calls, saw figures behind the Christmas tree, or worried about the TV turning on. It was just recent when I realized maybe my grandma was attached to the phone like on American Horror Stories, and everything that was going on was sign that she wanted to be rested in peace, she wanted to be set free from us. Even though she loved us so much and we loved her she wanted to be set free into the Heavenly arms of God. I am just happy that we got to be with her a little while longer, even though it wasn't physically, we still got to spend time with her and we still will one day when our life on Planet Earth is exceeded and we fly high up to the good Heaven with our Heavenly Father, but until that day comes, my grandma will still walk this Earth with me and my family, she'll be in our hearts forever and ever, she's not going anywhere, she's permanent, like a scar.