Perhaps I'm being overly generous with my assumptions of who this being was, but everything I'm about to type is true.
I was 17 when this happened. It was the early months of 2007. First a bit of backstory: My mom's late partner had passed away from brain cancer in the beginning of November ('06). Her and I had been very close, kindred spirits of sorts. It's simple to say her death was difficult for me. I had a hard time accepting it, and made a bit of a scene at the funeral (I had a meltdown after the eulogy and seeing her in the coffin. It was too much.)
Time passed and the pain relieved. Still I was depressed, I missed my cheesehead buddy. Things didn't feel the same around the house anymore, but I figured (and still do) that it was just getting used to the absence.
My experience is simple and short. It was late in the afternoon one day in March or possibly April. I remember it was still very cold out, but glaringly sunny. I had no blinds for my window in my room, and the window was closed, making it very warm and dry. I was laying in my bed, not sleeping, just being a lazy teenager. I was sticky with sweat, hot, but I didn't want to get up to open the window. I could hear my mom in the kitchen cooking dinner and I was thinking about how I didn't want to eat either. Laying on my stomach, my arms above my head, wrapped around my pillow, I heard a raspy whisper voice say "psst" and then call my name. But it wasn't my real name, rather a nickname that only my mom's partner had ever called me. It made me jump because the voice was *right* next to my left ear. I was too hesitant to look over, and then I felt something touch my left arm. It was a soft touch, like a finger poke. My whole forearm was chilled, and I had actual goosebumps. All the hairs were standing up. I looked and I was alone. I felt much more at peace after that:)
Thanks for reading. It's a special memory and I wanted to share it.