I was in high school when my uncle died. I remember vividly it was around 10pm when my sister told me that she wanted to sleep with me in my room, maybe because she was scared that the ghost of my uncle will going to visit her. So she went to sleep ahead of me because I was still studying.
It was already past 12 midnight when suddenly I focused my eyes at the open door of my room and I noticed that door was slowly swaying back and forth. I did not pay too much attention to it because I thought it was just a draft causing the movement of the door (when in fact the weather was so dry that night) still I ignored it. Then I heard a faint creaking sound coming from the floor (because it was made of wood) near the door as if someone was stepping on it and the door continuously swaying back and forth. I checked on it maybe somebody was trying to play a joke on me but everybody was sound asleep. As I went back to my seat I stared at the door and it was still moving and that faint creaking sound started to freak me out. My thoughts went to my uncle at which point I jumped on to my bed and hid under my blanket.
The following morning I told my family about it and my mom told me that it was just my uncle paying his last visit to all his relatives.