I'm telling this story on behalf of my mum. Believe me, my mum doesn't tell lies and she isn't one for making up crap about ghosts. She told me this story after I had told her about somebody coming to me.
John (mum's dad) died before my sister, who is mum's first child. Mum was pregnant with her when he passed away. One night mum was laying in bed after putting Debbie to sleep. She felt someone sitting on the end of her bed. She thought it might have been Doug Debbie's father, home from the pub exceptionally early and being very quiet. So she ignored the matter and just laid there again trying to go to sleep. After about five minutes, she could still feel somebody sitting there, she thought to herself "what on earth is Doug doing". So she sat up and looked, no one was there but there was a like a ditch on the bed, like somebody was sitting there. She laid back down then someone started talking to her.
"You have a wonderful daughter" it said, "I trust you will raise her well, same with any other children you may have, take good care of your mum for me" That's all the voice said to her. As soon as the voice had said "take good care of your mum for me" mum knew it was her father, because when he would go away for a few weeks he would say that to her. Then she felt the bed move, he had gotten off it and she said he must have walked over to Debbie's cot because never would she move while she was sleeping, but she sat there rubbing her cheek like someone had touched her. Mum is assuming that he had walked over to Debbie and obviously stroked her face.
I'm the only one mum has ever told that story, being a ghost believer. She never told Debbie because she doesn't believe in that stuff.
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When I was in 8th grade I had some friends and their family go missing in a private plane on their return trip from Florida. There were search teams searching for the plane for about a week. The night before the plane was found I had a very vivid dream that my friend Krissy had knocked on my front door and was standing at the door in a white gown holding a pink rose. In my dream she kept saying goodbye. At the end of my dream she handed me the rose. When I woke up I was holding my hand like I was holding the flower and felt it in my hand. I looked down and nothing was there. That was the same day I found out that their plane had been located with no survivors. I still believe in my heart that that was more than just an average dream. It was Krissy telling me goodbye.