I'm not really that great at this but something happened to me when I was younger and I thought I would share it with everyone seeing as everyone is on here to share theirs.
I was around 6-7 years of age and the only reason why I remember this is because my parents were still together (which they are no longer are.)
It all took place when I was taking a nap in my parents room on a late afternoon. The room was really dark as they had huge red curtains to match the roses on the wall. Most times I would end up falling asleep in my parents bed as I had a thing about them being alone together, like when your a child and you don't want to miss anything. Such as when we would be sleeping in our bed around 8'oclock my parents would order themselves a nice take away without us knowing.
I remember waking up in my parents bed, feeling clueless to a point I couldn't remember laying in their bed. But what freaked me out the most is that my head was under the covers (that is how I slept when I was younger as I was scared to see stuff in the dark anyways.) As I raised my head from under the covers I could never forget a face started to appear just in front of the fan light on the ceiling... I could never forget the features of the face appearing, I was so frightened but so confused as I didn't know what it was going to be.
I felt as though I needed to close my eyes and open them again, to which I did to then see that in fact it was my Grandad appearing in front of me. He not long ago passed away at the time and my Dad was still grieving for him, which was sad. But they usually say they come to you when your young. I remember him smiling at me and telling me not to frightened and to be honest I wasn't I was over the moon to see him as he always told me I was his favourite... I don't remember him talking much to me but when he was alive he would sit me on the sofa arm and listen to me read and that's what he did the night he appeared, which he sat on the end of the bed and listened to me read. He asked me to comb his white thin hair which he would used to do when I would stay round or visit. I felt as though it all happened so quickly but my Grandad loved a shot or a glass of Whiskey, he even pretended when he was alive to dip my dummy in his Whiskey and would say it will help me sleep!
However he asked me to go and collect him a small glass from the kitchen so he could pull himself some. But when I came back to the bedroom he was no longer to be seen and I was devastated and heartbroken. I ran upstairs to the living to then explain to my dad who I just saw, to which I knew deep down he believed me but my mum didn't believe a word.
A couple of weeks go by and me, my mum and my two sisters was sitting on my mums bed, my dad was in the kitchen cooking us breakfast. My Grandad appeared but only I could see him which made my mum not believe me even more, I was so frustrated that she couldn't see what I could. So in front of my mum and sisters I asked my Grandad to make some sort of appearance so she would believe me. When I asked him to do something he just disappeared and I got upset again but out of nowhere a screw dropped in mid air and rolled from my mums bedroom (which was all flat surface) into the hall way and then into the kitchen to my dad. To which then my mum jumped out of her skin and was screaming saying 'HE IS ACTUALLY HERE, HE IS HERE!' to also my sisters started smiling and everything seem to be so loud but happy in a couple of seconds.
Till this day my mum still apologises for not believing in me.