This is my first story on YGS, well, technically this isn't my experience, but my mum's when she was 20 years old, (currently 53). Anyway, let me give you a basic layout of the rooms of the house in which the story consists in. The dinning hall connects with the entrance of the house, (the entrance door is behind the dinning hall, but when you're seated in the table you can see the door. Now, to the story.
My mum was having dinner with my granny at the dinning hall when my mum's father arrives home from work and opens the door, says 'Hi' and goes to his room to rest. After finishing dinner, my granny asks my mum if she can get my father an extra blanket, (it was winter), and my mum says yes. So she gets the blanket and goes to the room where her father was resting just to find him dead. He had passed away due to a heart attack in an early age (45-50) by natural causes.
A week later after burying him, they were having dinner at the same day and around same time the incident took place when they heard someone was opening the door with a key, but no one came in. My mum and my granny looked at each other confused, just then, they could smell a scent of cologne that my mum's father would use, like if he was walking past them. They did not feel afraid whatsoever, on the contrary, they felt relieved that he came to visit them to somehow tell them that he was alright.
I will be posting more stories soon, experiences and encounters of my own and from my relatives and or friends. I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment.:)