My mother had me when she was 16. So growing up, my grandpa did anything and everything for me. I was his favorite even out of his two kids.
He passed away at the age of 56 in his home in Shelby, Ohio for no known cause. He just went to bed and my grandma found him on his back with foam around his mouth.
A few days after he passed we all gathered at the house to help my grandma with arrangements. I went upstairs to the bathroom which is next to his room (they had separate rooms) and I could hear someone snoring in there. Automatically I was furious because no one should of been in there since he had just passed away. I stormed downstairs and demanded to know who was in there but no one said a thing.
At the funeral, I went up to say goodbye and subconsciously I was praying for him to wake up and that's then he slid his hand down his stomach.
A few days went by and I stayed with my cousin and grandma at the house. The next morning I walked down the stairs from the bathroom and my grandpa turned the corner and walked straight through me up to his room which has a lock on it.
A year went by and one of the bar stools to their table went missing and it was HIS stool. They searched everywhere and finally checked his locked up room. They found it sitting next to his bed. Frightened by this my grandma burnt the chair.
Ever since he has passed I will get dreams of him showing me burning down houses or my grandma dying. I have asked him to stop but he hasn't. He won't show anyone else this. It's been 4 years this June and he stills visits mine and his house.