Anonymous Story
My grandmother kept an old family photograph in a wooden frame above her hallway table.
It showed her parents standing in front of their house in the 1940s. I had seen that photo hundreds of times growing up.
One morning, after she passed away, my mother noticed something different. In the background, near the window, there was a faint figure that none of us remembered seeing before.
We took the frame apart, thinking maybe it was a reflection on the glass. But the figure was in the photo itself.
The next day, it looked even clearer.
Nobody in the family can explain it. The photo is now kept in a drawer because my mother says she does not like feeling watched when she walks past it.