My Grandmother’s Visitor

This happened to my grandmother about 10 years ago. My grandma lives in the east end of Charleston in one of the many “hollers” that are found in West Virginia. A long time ago, probably in the late 50’s early 60’s, my great grandfather had loaned a cousin of his some money. Allan, the cousin, agreed to pay the money back on a certain date. Well, that day comes around, and there is a huge snow. No one is able to go out on the day because the roads were so bad. My great grandfather and grandparents were sitting at the kitchen table when they heard a knock on the door. When they opened it, they found Allen standing outside, money in hand.

Allen died a few years later. In the early 90’s, there happened to be another freak snow that left the roads covered and everyone stayed home. It just so happened that it was the same day Allen came to pay back my great grandfather all those years ago. My grandma decided to sleep late that day, though she was awakened by a knock on the door. She decided not to get up because she figured it was my dad, who was living next door at the time. Later that afternoon, she called to see what he wanted. She was surprised when he told her that he had not been out of the house all day. When she opened the door, there was a set of foot prints that started at the bottom of the drive way, went across her patio, then up her stairs to her porch, but there were none going back down. When she looked at the road, the snow was still perfect. No tire tracks or foot prints to be found. Was this the ghost of Allen coming back to repay my great grandfather? What would my grandma had found had she opened the door? No one knows.