You Are My Sunshine
The memories I have with my Grandmother are very fond. She used to live with my parents and me when I was about six and stayed with us until I went to college.
She raised me on many wonderful things such as spontaneous trips to the Natural History Museum, how to pick out flowers for ever occasion and even her own mother’s secret recipe for the perfectly fluffy blueberry pancakes.
Every Sunday she would let me sleep in, but I would always wake up when I smelled those pancakes and heard her singing “You are my Sunshine”. She would always come into my room with a short stack and we’d share them before heading off to late-morning service, and then we would spend the day together.
Sunday has always been our day.
So, it’s my first Sunday back home after graduation and I can smell those pancakes and I can hear her singing in her worn and raspy southern accent just faintly.
The only problem is, my Grandmother died two weeks after I left for school.
And her singing is getting closer.
Credit To: Krystina Shattles
You Are My Sunshine,
idk guys I kind of like it…it’s not gruesome or anything but still a nice thought….also damn I want some fucking blueberry pancakes now.
Short and sweet… I like it
that’s what she said
Blue!
I don’t see why people think ghosts are so scary… :/
If my grandmother died and then came back for me, if I heard my dearly departed Granny’s voice singing “You Are My Sunshine” and smelled the blueberry pancakes that she always made, I would be ecstatic, and I would run to her and embrace her, even if she was a ghost, a zombie, or whatever kind of undead thing she might be. This is a very lovely story, but… it’s not a creepypasta.
I think I may draw the line at zombie but ditto!
I feel like this should end with “FML” XD
Hey there.
I’m a new pasta reader (a little late to the game, I know) and I was wondering if I could use this as my first video for YouTube? I really like it, it’s kind of mild, but I think that really works.
I promise I’ll give you total credit and I’ll link back to this story.
Anyway, write me back at lolita_lolly_lips@hotmail.co.uk to let me know xx
F*** you, haters! This pasta gave me a chill! Awesome job, author!
This is the antithesis of a CreepyPasta.. It’s actually a sweet story, it tries to be ‘scary’ at the end, but if it was an ‘and I couldn’t be happier’ ending, then this would border on glurge.
THEN WHO WAS PANCAKES!?
I WAS
DUN!DUN!DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!
predictable ending, not scary … unless maybe grandmother was back to take her sunshine back to the grave with her??
The beginning was good but the ending was weak and cut off.
Written well, but it’s just too obvious she’s already dead.
I loved it.
This was very sweet. Not scary, but a nice relaxing feeling as well as on edge when ever you hear a dead relative.
ill be waiting for you
ARE YOU TD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?D8
Ay Granny make me some pancakes while you’re at it =D
sweet
… FREE PANCAKES!!
and also… creepy dead people. but creepy dead people bringing you pancakes, well…
….still creepy dead people.
BUT WHO WAS PANCAKE?!
I was.
That was kind of sweet
ummm… my grandma used to do this this on sundays… she used to sing sunshine… and make pancakes… u stalkin me?
My bf and I sing that song together all the time.
its because both our grandmas sang it to us. <3 u caleb 
This creeps me out;~;
becauseeeeeee,
Its a cliffhanger, in a way.
The grandma could be coming to take her/him and thats why her singing is getting closer
OR
Shes watching out for him/her because she knows something bad will happen
Hey. I am an actress, and I just wanted to ask you one question, can I PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE use this as my monologue????????
This reminds me of when I was little and my grandmother sang this to me. It makes me both sad and happy.
Jump out of a window!! I could not even take a chance at seeing what my grandmother look like now.
Tone!! be ashamed of yourself!!!!
Phhhh I killed my grandma years ago