This happened a couple of years ago, somewhere 2013. I was in high school then, I was in boarding when I was in high school just because my parents felt I was too 'naughty'.
Well, when I was in boarding school, I used to sneak out into town, not my fault, but my parents sent me to a boarding school which was in the town we lived in. My best friend, Bismark, was mainly the reason for my 'prison break' escapades. We would sneak out so we can go watch shows, go to the movies, or just to be in his room to play endless hours of video games. Bismark and his family lived in a secluded house, surrounded by acres of 'intentionally planted' Christmas trees, pines and amazing stretch of neatly mowed lawns. And oh, they had their own soccer field with smaller versions of goal posts and some swings and a sandbox. Their place was a nice place to be, that is during the day, but I always wondered how creepy that place would be at night.
Well back to my story. I sneaked back home one day and unfortunately met my dad at home. He was in Germany then and I had no idea he would be coming home. Well, long story short, I was sacked from the house to get my a$$ back to campus. That particular term at school, I never came home, mainly because I had a girlfriend who was also at boarding, you know the rest.
Since it's been long I came home, I decided to go to Bismark's house, probably spent the night, cos I was bent on spending the night in school that day.
Bismark had an uncle staying with them. We all called him uncle, his actual name was Kobby. We all liked him since he was fun and always covered for us when we plan on doing something naughty. I got to the house and (it was getting dark now) knocked, didn't get any response, knocked still nothing. There were no lights inside so I figured they weren't home. As I turned to leave, I heard the door open and Kobby stepped out. I greeted, asked him where his nephew was and he said he was not around, but doesn't really know where he would be. I thanked him and left.
Two days later, I came home, went back there, and thankfully, Bismark was home, his uncle wasn't. We chatted for a while and I asked him of his whereabouts 2 days ago which he said he was outta town. I then went ahead to tell him I met his uncle at home and he told me he isn't around. He stared at me like I'm crazy, and told me his uncle has been dead for 2 months. I thought he was lying, went to ask his mum, which I got the same stare and answer. (For whom it might concern: NB: I'm not a kid. I know days, weeks and months. I came home exactly 2 days, not even a day over 2.)
So basically, I had a conversation with a ghost, and it felt normal. I didn't feel scared or anything.
Bismark died in 2015 after a Valve Replacement Surgery. I slept at the reception of the hospital for about a week, until he was discharged. I was with him at home for 2 days, had to leave for college, so I told him he might not see him until after about 4 months. He kept crying that I'm leaving and I mockingly called him a (the p word). I got the news in school that he died in his sleep the very day I left. I couldn't even get to say goodbye. It's been years, but I still feel the pain. It really hurts.
I saw his mum at the mall a couple of days ago but I didn't let her see me. I don't want her breaking into tears as soon as she sees me because I sure will remind her of her son (we were like brothers) and seeing her cry would break my heart.
Thanks for reading.