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My great-grandfather died when my grandmother was 13 years old. After he had been dead for several months, my great grandmother started having dreams where he would be standing at the foot of her bed, soaking wet. The dreams continued for days and my great-grandmother didn't know what to think of them. Then, one night, he grabbed her arm and she suddenly shot up, awake, and knew what was wrong. She called the cemetery and insisted that they dig her husband up because he was wet. At first, they thought she was crazy and blew her off. She was insanely persistent though and finally, probably just to shut her up, they exhumed his grave. It turned out that the vault was not properly sealed. His grave was/is at the bottom of the hill, so every time it rained the water would collect in the vault, soaking the casket. He was, as she described, soaking wet. They provided him with a new casket and properly sealed the vault. She never had anymore dreams.

@Ra: whaaaaat.

Eeep! Love this thread!

The only thing that personally happened to me was the night my great-grandmother died ten years ago. We lived in a smaller, older house. The front door open since visitors were in and out and it was getting hot. The door was super heavy and there wasn't any wind that night. The moment my older second cousin started talking about how much he missed her, the front door slammed shut and the living room lights flickered on and off, scaring the crap out of us. A few days later one of the mirrors that had been on the walls for 20 years fell down out of nowhere as well but after her funeral, nothing else happened.

My grandfather died three years after a long history of heart disease and gout. My mom says the night before he died, he came into the living room and announced that his father told him to come home. I guess no one really took him seriously (he was a bit of a joker sometimes) and he didn't seem to be ill. He died early the next morning.

Eeek this thread is creeping me out! I have to go to the bathroom but now I'm too chicken. Lol

I work at a historic park, and our business office is actually an old house that was built in the 40s that used to be where the park manager lived. I was working alone on a Saturday once and I heard stomping coming up the basement stairs. I tried to brush it off...but then I heard a loud bang on the wall of the back office. Creeped out...but I tried not to think about it. Then I heard a rustling and the sound of something falling in the supply room. I called a coworker who was out on the grounds to come sit with me until I could pack up my stuff and go work somewhere else! He was brave enough to investigate the falling sound. It was a bag of old name tags that was on a top shelf (pushed way back and tucked away!!). One name tag had fallen out. A woman who had worked there 10 years ago that had just died the previous week. Some of the employees who knew her had just went to the funeral a few days prior!! I worked from another facility the rest of the day and I don't work alone in the office anymore. Although nothing as crazy as that has happened since.

Also, this isn't scary or anything creepy, but I was rocking T when he was still a few weeks old and I remember thinking about what it was like for my MIL (she passed right before DH and I got together) to rock DH as a baby. I had a moment where I missed her intensely (I know that's weird to say since I never knew her...but I do miss her) and wished she could hold her grandson. T started smiling and giggling in his sleep and a sense of calm washed over me. I just had the feeling that she was with T in his dream. I sat and we rocked him together for a while and I had a good cry.