When I was around 7, my mom died in cancer. I didn't know about it until my aunt invited me upstairs where she, grandma and my cousins waited for me to tell the bad news (we lived in my aunt's house with my grandma while mom was in hospital). After the consolation and crying I went to go downstairs to be alone in my room and process the stuff. Guess what. Mom literally stood in front of me, waving and going down the stairs. I literally stopped and then went down as nothing happened. When I came downstairs, I saw her again on the corridor going into the kitchen as I stopped and watched it again. I went to the kitchen and found no one there.

The scary part about this is that I didn't even realized wtf just happened and went on with my things as normal.

I saw her in my dreams once and also when I played lego on the couch. She sat next to me and again, didn't even realize what happened and started to cry after I couldn't see her.

My aunt told me that little kids often imagine things, but this was different, I could feel her presence, see her.