The most interesting story I have was what I thought was a dream!

When my granded died I always had this big regrete of not telling him I loved him, for months after he died I was having strange dreams about him, bad dreams actually, the kind that makes you wake up in a sweat. But one night I had a different kind of dream, he came walking passed my door as he always did on his way home from work, wearing his navy blue and yellow coat, dirty grey duffle bag and his steeltoe capped boots, also carrying his paper and with fag hanging out the side of his gob. This time he called in to my house ( he used to say hello and continue on his way ) and brought me out the back where he told me he new I loved him and not to worry - he then walked the wrong way out my back and in the opposite direction from his house. When I told my mum about it the next day she broke down and reminded me it was his first anniversary!

Few months after, my aunt ( who lived with him ) went to a spiritualist who was the wife of one of her work colleague. Straight off the bat the girl new the my aunt was there to see Jackie - who was with Margaret ( grandads / grans names ). She told her stuff that she didn't even no but was later confirmed by my mum, things like my granny having two wedding rings etc, and this was all said without asking any questions. Before my aunt left her house she called her back and said " tell the worried grandson that it was not a dream he had, his grandad visited him to give him peace of mind"! Freaks me out to this day, I even got shivered up writing about it.