The story I'm about to tell you happened while I was around three, and is completely true, no exaggerations added. I was 12 days old when my mom's grandfather died. I say this because based on current experiences; I suspect it was my mother's grandfather. Anyways, one day (according to my mother) I was in the kitchen with my mom when I randomly looked at the doorway (for some reason I always look at doorways, as if there's someone standing there) and grabbed my mom by the hand. I pointed to the doorway and asked in Spanish "Mom, who is he? Who?" But my mom said she could not see anyone.
The spooky thing is though, that about 2 months ago, this little girl my mom used to babysit came over (my mom babysits her sister now) because her mother's grandfather had died and they were burying him that day. (She is 3 years old) I was randomly walking to the counter when she grabbed me by the wrist and pointed to the hallway where, of course, there's the doorway, and asked me "Marnie, who is that?" I froze, instantly remembering the similar experience. But I couldn't see anything. It's weird at the similarity between both occurrences.
Was I scared? Yes, although I'm all too familiar with these things due to the fact that similar things have happened millions of times to me, but since I couldn't see or feel, it, I wasn't able to know whether it was good or bad.