These stories are never boring.
(If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine...)
My uncle was dying of cancer back in the ‘50’s. He was in the hospital, final days and there was a lot of snow on the ground. The doorbell rang nobody there, and no footprints in the snow either. At the same time, all of his clothes fell off the hangers in the closet. He died shortly after these incidents
My mom will tell you that when she would make my grandfather’s restaurant recipes in her kitchen, she said he was right there and she would talk to him. We always found this strange.
And I will never forget the day my grandmother died. I spent the night at my parents and while in my room late at night I felt this hand on my shoulder but there was nobody there. I knew it was her.