|Klaus van der Kroft|
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The closest thing I've been to a ghostly experience was when my grandmother died a few months ago.
My aunts dressed her and tucked her inside her bed, along with a mortuary cloth surrounding her head, before the people from funerary services got there to take her to the chapel, so that everyone could say goodbye. The whole family had gathered in her home; my dad asked me if I wanted to see grandma for the last time, so I went into her room and leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead.
That's when I felt a huge load around my shoulders and arms, like when someone hugs you strongly, and for a moment I could swear I heard my grandmother saying something (but I couldn't make out what exactly).
Most of myself thinks it was a sudden rush of emotions and maybe my head confusing the sounds coming from other parts of the house, but a part of me still can't shake off the feeling of how impossibly real it all seemed.