I know this is going to sound really strange, and all of you will probably think I'm crazy, but anyways here it goes. In 1995 my grandfather died. I was 12 when he died. I was very, very, very close to him. He was like a second father to me. He was so nice, everytime I went over to his house to see him he would always give me a candybar and a coke :)
The night after he died I was sitting in my floor doing something and I looked up and saw him. It was like he was an angel watching over me. He didn't move, he said nothing. He just sat there and watched for a moment then slowly disappeared into the night. It was so amazing and probably the strangest experince of my life. I'll never forget this moment as long as I live.