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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Crazyturtlemama on 2025-05-27 03:38:52+00:00.

In March we still had a few aluminum balloons leftover from my grandson’s birthday the month before, they lasted a very long time. All of them fell to the floor except one particular balloon, it floated around the house getting blown by the vents from room to room. We didn’t pay it any mind, until it started following me. It seemed like everywhere I turned it was there bumping me, or just getting in my way.

Doing the laundry, there it was floating by my head. Going to the bathroom it was waiting for me outside the door. At first we thought it was quite comical until one night I woke up in the middle of the night to this same balloon hovering right next to my face on the bed. It scared the crap out of me so I ran it to the Livingroom and put a blanket over it.

Why didn’t I pop it you ask? My grandson said that this particular balloon was our friend, not his friend, our friend. But you see he was always doing things like this so I didn’t think it was anything but his overactive imagination. I once made the mistake of drawing a cute face on a boiled egg so he hid it under the couch because he was afraid that someone would eat his friend. I only found out when I followed the smell months later thinking it was a dead rat in the vent under the couch.

After a week of this it was starting to drive me nuts. There was NO air conditioner nor was the heater on, and all the windows were shut, I made sure of it. I didn’t question this until the front door was left open while we brought the groceries in and we all watched that balloon go out that front door and swirl around before anyone could grab it, it came AGAINST THE OUTSIDE BREEZE right back in the house. Like what? This went on for a solid week, us kicking and punching it away, but we didn’t think anything of it, we just swatted it away.

One day my son and I were talking in the kitchen and it came in from the living room where we just saw it laying on the floor moments before. It had to raise up from the floor, float across the room then it lowered itself to go under the door frame and stopped mid-height between us. He took it and pushed it back in the living room, but not even four minutes later and it was back mid-Hight between us. This time he put it all the way in the laundry room, but once again it made its way back, lowering to come through this time two door frames, and stayed floating midway between us again.

At that point it was too weird, we both looked at each other and said “Nah.” So I took it and said, “Okay, okay, if this is you, mom, do it again”, I put it back in the living room and it stayed there floating. It didn’t feel like her at that moment, it felt different, almost familiar, but not in a bad way. We went back to talking and there it was again between us. No doubt that was seriously strange. It stopped after that and life went back to normal.

I didn’t know this at the time, in fact, I didn’t find out  that my dearest friends passed away in the first week in March. I had moved two States away a few years prior and his daughters didn’t have my number to tell me. He knew he was sick for a while, he always called me to make him laugh. One of the last things he told me was that when he dies he is going to come harass me just for fun. I told him not to shake the bed or I’ll have to burn the house down and move away. He just laughed and told me that it will be his way of telling me that he loves me. but to believe him that it will be something good and I will know that it is him.

When I found out I called out to my son and after I told him the sad news he said that it gave him a bit of peace knowing that he came to say goodbye. It all made so much since, he was always doing things to make me crazy. I just wish that I knew he had passed so I could have told him that I love him too.