Back on 1984, my great uncle passed away in my home. Ever since I was little I always maintained that there was a presence the house (it belonged to my grandmother at the time) and very few people believed me (unless they had an expierence of their own).
When both of my children were babies they used to laugh and giggle at an unseen force, and as they grew older they used speak to the air and seem to be holding a conversation. My husband doesn't believe there is a spirit in our home but on occasion he has seen and heard things too that he cannot explain.
Most of the time my uncle is seen in the kitchen (where he passed) or by a large mirror in our front entrance. In the kitchen he seems to be wearing "work clothes" (brown and dirty- he was a carpenter and a mason after an honerable discharge from the US Army). In the mirror he is dressed in a dark coat and a hat (almost like he is going out for a night on the town). We also have orbs in many photos taken in the house.
One night I was unable to sleep. It was nice out so I decided to sit on our front stoop and star gaze a while. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a figure in my doorway. A full grown man in a grey suit was standing at my door and as quickly as he appeared he vanished.
The next morning we received a phone call saying that my great aunt (his wife) had lost her battle with cancer.
I know it sounds farfetched but it happened, and the minute I saw him I even texted my cousin to tell her about the experience (Prior to finding out my aunt passed. 2AM texts have become the norm for us...).
This is my first story so comment away! I have many more to come!
SIDENOTE: He also built the house with his father and his other brother. I firmly believe his energy is attached here because of all the blood, sweat, and tears he put into building this house for his beloved sister.