This is how the story begins:
This story happened to me last year. My grandfather died and I think it was the seventh day he died. So at night about 11 something, I was eating biscuit and watching TV. When I was watching half way, I saw a white shadow on the TV. I rub my eyes or I tried to rub my eyes, the white shadow was still there. The shadow was somehow familer.Then I remember that it was the funeral photo. I grasp, I told my father and he said I am saying nonsense. I kept it in my heart and told several of my friends.