I have been a little apprehensive as to if I should share my stories or not, as they aren't anything too serious, but I have decided to anyways.
This happened to me in April of 2007, I can not remember the exact date, but remember it was 8 months after one of my best friends had passed away. I lived with my mother at the time and was 17 years old. I was on the phone with one of my friends talking about going out with a ton of our other friends and I heard what sounded like someone walking behind me. I didn't even bother to turn around because I figured it was my mom getting something from my dresser. I got off the phone after a few minutes and went to get into the shower. My mother's shower curtain never closed all the way because it wasn't wide enough to cover the whole shower so there was always about 4 or 5 inches of a 'crack' you could see out of. About 10 minutes later of me being in the shower I saw what looked like a misty white hand reaching for the towel that was on the towel rack. Now I know a lot of you will say, oh I'm sure it was just humidity from the doors being closed and it being hot in the bathroom, but I'm telling you that just was not the case. It clearly looked like a hand and not a second after I looked over to see if that's what I had actually seen the towel started to sway back and forth as if someone had went to touch it. I'll also note that there are no vents in this bathroom either and no way I can possibly think it'd move any other way. So after seeing the towel move I literally moved as quick as I could to get done because I was so scared. I jumped out and dried off and ran to tell my mom about what happened and she laughed it off and she insisted it was our friend that had passed away previously. If you knew this guy you'd understand, he was always doing something crazy and was always cracking jokes.
So I laughed it off with my mom and didn't think much else of it and got ready to go out with my friends. Later on when I got home I do believe it was around 2:30 a.m. And I went straight to bed. When I flopped down on my bed I fell almost right to sleep. I dreamed of my best friend that had passed away that my mother and I had talked about earlier on that night. He was trying to tell me something, but his lips were just moving and I couldn't read them, but he had this huge smile on his face. That smile I will always clearly remember that was contagious. Then he started to walk away from me and I started to walk towards him to get his attention and I could smell his cologne. Like I literally smelled it in my sleep, if that makes sense. He always wore Chrome Azzure. That was HIS scent. I immediately woke up and still smelled it as I woke up and saw what looked like the back of my friend walking away from my bed. It was so strange though as he was blue looking. Dark blue and almost kind of transparent looking. I freaked out because I was raised Baptist and am still religious and I've always been taught that once you die you are gone and not coming back. So I wondered if what I was seeing was a demon disguising itself as my best friend that passed away, but it was strange because I did not feel threatened what so ever, just scared because I had never seen anything like this in my life. After he walked away he literally vanished through my closed door. I laid in bed crying for a good 30 minutes then drifted back off to sleep.
I woke up around 10:00 a.m. I do believe and went into the kitchen to tell my mom what had happened and before I could even tell her what happened she said, I had the craziest dream last night about Eddie. Which was my best friend that passed away, she was very close with him too because they worked together. Then she said, you know the other crazy thing is ALL the clocks on the wall and my alarm clock have stopped working! All of them were battery operated as well. So right after she told me this I ran to my room and checked my alarm clock on my nightstand and sure enough... It had stopped also. The odd thing is they all had stopped, but not exactly on the same time. They were all a few minutes off of each other, but the one that had stopped first was dead on 2:45 I remember.
Coincidence? I'm not sure, it totally could had been, but to have a dream of my best friend and my mom to have one too then all these clocks stop. I won't rule anything out.