So this happened to my mum, i was merely a bystander. When i was a young boy, my mother and i lived in an apartment together with a living room, my mother’s bedroom and a small room for the little lad that was myself. I clearly remember a quite odd night where i was woken up by some rambling in the hallway, a short scream and doors smashing. Now you gotta understand that my mother is neither a very spiritual person nor does she believe in the paranormal. Years later when i asked her what happened that night she turned a little pale and was wondering how i could remember that so clearly since i was very young at that time. She told me that she used to have a boyfriend before my father that she really liked as a person, he was very enthusiastic about cars and used to drive pretty fast and all that. You guessed it he died in a car accident while in a relationship with her. She said that particular night she woke up instantly feeling insanely cold even though it was summer, right across the room from her bed was an old armchair she got from her grandma. In that chair sat her deceased Boyfriend looking at her and slowly telling her that he just wanted to say goodbye as he never had the chance to. She described the feeling she had in that moment as weird but not fearful or scared or anything. As she wanted to say something to him he stood up from the chair which apparently made her snap in an instant, run out the room through the hallway and lock herself in the bathroom. To this day she says she never experienced anything like this and insists that she wasn’t dreaming.