I have read and enjoyed many of the experiences on this site, and I was very excited to find such an open forum. I have always believed in ghosts, angels, demons, and the people who have come in to contact with them.
I have felt for a long time that I would eventually experience something paranormal. I will sometimes get seemingly random chills or strange feelings, and have often awoken to the feeling of someone nearby without being able to identify the sources of these feelings. I would like to believe that I am, by and large, a rational person but I also believe that some things are beyond explanation.
Thank you for bearing with my intro. This is the first post I have made personally. The experience I would like to share actually came to me from my Grandfather. He is the most serious person I have ever met, spending over half of his life as a naval engineer. The event took place in November circa 1970 on the East coast of Florida. My grandfather lived in Ft. Myers, Florida but still returned to the base periodically as issues arose.
During one such visit he was staying in a small apartment just off base. Around five o'clock in the evening he answered an unexpected knock on the door to find his elderly father standing in front of him, apparently for a surprise visit. He welcomed him in and they sat and talked, not about anything important, just regular shooting the breeze.
About an hour after his father's arrival the phone rang, and my grandfather went in to the kitchen to pick up the line. The apartment had one of those closed kitchens with bar seating that allows one to look out into the living room. My grandfather picked up the phone and looked out in to the living room at his father. His father was smiling at him and gave a small wave as if to say "go ahead". So my grandfather turned and put the phone to his ear. The call was from his sister, she was at the hospital with Mom, and she had called to let him know that their father had just passed away from a stroke. When my grandfather looked back at the living room his father was gone.
When my grandfather told me about this experience, he said that he had often thought about that night. At the time he hadn't given a second thought to his elderly father driving across state alone to visit him, or that the older man had asked for nothing to drink during the visit.
My Grandfather is a no nonsense, cut and dry man who has never lied to me in my life. I have never questioned his experience nor doubted that he believes in it entirely, and so do I.