When I was 20, I went on a date with a very beautiful girl with long, dark black hair. I was driving my car, and we had spent the evening out for dinner and a movie. When we finally drove back to her apartment, we sat out talking in the car for hours. About two hours into our conversation, the hair on the back of my neck suddenly stood up and I got chilling goosebumps.
When I looked over at her, the girl I had been talking to was gone. She suddenly looked incredibly old, with shock-grey hair and a deeply wrinkled face. I freaked out and literally jumped out of the car. When she asked me what the matter was, the only thing I could think to answer was that she suddenly looked old.
She didn’t get angry; she began laughing. As she did, she gradually transformed right before my eyes back into her youthful appearance. She then told me that what I had seen was her grandmother—checking up on her from the other side to make sure she was safe.
