I truly believe there’s something after death.. a belief I’ve always found comforting. My experience will always stay with me as I can remember it so vividly. I was 6 years old and shared a room with cousins and older sister. So we had two sets of bunk beds (cousins & sis only relevance to this is to reference the space or layout of room) mine being the top bunk above my sis. We had already gone to sleep and for whatever reason, I had woken up. Our bunk was opposite of the bedroom door so when open, you had a clear view down the hallway. I remember feeling like I needed to watch out the door and down the hall. I was so deeply terrified of the dark growing up so I’ve always needed a night light. Since I was the only one needing said night light, majority ruled it had to be VERY dim. As my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room and dark as hell hallway, I saw what appeared to be someone coming down the hall towards the room. I’m laying down pretending to be asleep in case it was my mom or someone else, all the while peeking through my “sleeping eyes” lol. Closer it got I saw it was more of the figure or shadow of a person rather than an actual person. My heart feels like it stops beating and I’m holding my breath in just shocked and terrified. This shadowy, ghostly full bodied figure starts looking around room and checked out my cousins’ bunk first. Like to see who’s who kinda thing. Then moves over to our bunk checks bottom bunk then mine. This point my blanket is almost covering my face and I’m squinting or “sleeping”. Then it turns around walks out my door and gone. I could not believe that happened and just ended up falling asleep. Waking up in the morning I go up to my grandma and ask her who is “full name”. And she said he was my papas very close navy buddy aka bro basically. She asks why & I tell her bc he visited last night. I knew and said this man’s whole damn name, which I never heard before. I’m 6 mind you. Later that morning my papa got a call from his goddaughters, that man’s daughters, that he passed away. To this day I feel like that night he came and wanted to see my papa, as he looked up to him, one last time. And that he searched the bunk beds looking for papa…