About a month after my Mom died back in 2003 I had to get up early to go help my Dad out. It was a Saturday morning and I got home about 9:30 am so I decided to take a little nap. I crashed for about an hour and just as I was getting up there was a knock on my bedroom door and a women told me to get a move on. Now the only other person in the house was my 83 year old Grandma. I didn't think too much of it until I got downstairs about two minutes later. Grandma was in the kitchen baking bread and I knew that she didn't have time to get down the stairs in that amount of time. I never told her what happened because she is really hard of hearing.
I forgot about it until about three weeks later when Grandma told me that she had seen my mother a couple of days before, knock on my door and tell me to get a move on. Like I said I had never told Grandma anything about what happened to me. Then she tells me the story in the exact same words?
Ghost? Maybe, maybe not, but still kind of eerie. Of course the entire family jokingly blames my Mom for the black out that year too. It did happen on the day of her funeral.