I have a lot of experiences with the dead. But this one might be far too interesting and unrealistic.
I'm unpacking my room, getting comfortable in my new house. It was dark so I was blasting music in my room to get done. I hear a loud crash come from downstairs. I thought it was my mother, so I go downstairs. I remember like it was yesterday. I say, "Ma, what was that?" My mother wasn't even downstairs but everything was out the boxes.
Me, watching scary movies all the time, I left the basement alone and took off back upstairs and shut my door. I turn down the music and call my mom. Straight to voicemail, so I sit down on my bed. I hear another crash. I wasn't going back downstairs for sure I thought.
I ignored the sound of something breaking and proceeded. The fear overwhelmed me. I knew I wasn't exaggerating but something felt like it touch me right there on the shoulder. The touch felt like it took over me, had great power. Then something says to me, "Don't be afraid Laya poo-poo." Which was crazy because the only person who called me that was my late uncle. I was first feared of the whisper but now-a-days I look back and smile.
I was very close with my uncle, his passing really hurt me. I didn't even want to go to the funeral at first but now seeing him and hearing him, I can now say and know that he's okay and he's taken care of.
P.S. I love my uncle and I hope he knows the amount. He should know love was just a word... But I expressed it. Any questions?
I need help with my ghostly encounter, and did you ever have a similar experiences?