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I was fourteen when my dead grandmother began following me.  I thought it must have been part of "the curse", which I had gotten for the first time that same month.  I knew it wasn't the normal course of life to start menstruating and then have the dead appear; I was fourteen, not stupid.  I knew it was a part of my life, triggered by my first month on the rag.  I had been warned by my mother that it could get weird.  I didn't feel right telling my mom exactly how weird, though I'm sure she suspected.