Ok so this is my first real post on here. Love this sub-reddit as these types of things have always been a huge interest of mine. For the story to make sense, i'll build a little back story.

Way back when I was in Jr.High school, my Uncle passed away. He was probably one of the friendliest men i had ever met. He was heavily religious, but not in the pushy way. To me, it seemed like everyone in the world knew who he was. So many people showed up to his funeral that they couldn't fit everyone in the church. I don't have a ton of memories of him but I do miss him.

Years have passed now and we have moved on with our lives, and recently my grandpa has gotten rather sick. Parkinsons is a bitch. My grandma struggles to take care of him at home currently. One night, they were getting ready for bed. My grandpa was passed out already and my grandma was having trouble sleeping. She was up doing something (I'm not sure what) and when she came back to the room my grandpa was trying to get out of bed. He seemed worried. My grandma helped calm him down and explained it was just a dream or whatever and to go back to sleep but he was insistent that he get up. He kept looking at the corner of the room as if something was there. My grandpa started to get really frustrated with my grandma, he was convinced someone was in the room. He started saying that they needed to go see Bruce. That he wanted to see my Uncle (his son). My grandma explained that he had passed away several years ago. My grandpa got rather confused then and said "No, Bruce is right there!" and he pointed to the corner he seemed to keep trying to go towards. With my grandpas illness I'm sure he barely remembers the experience. When I was told this story, it sent shivers down my spine. The more i thought about it though, the more comforted i felt with the idea that even in death, my uncle is still that great man, watching over the ones he loves.

My Grandma has stated that she has occasionally felt "something" in the place but never has been able to put her finger on it.

EDIT : So apparently i suck at story telling. Turns out a huge part of the story i missed was that my Grandpa had actually fallen out of bed that night. My grandma had rushed in to help him but he was trying to go to the corner.