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I think I have two.
Older story first.
A man I supervised died at work. He happened to die in his office on a Friday night when he has scheduled to be off work the following week. On Wednesday the cops where he lived called me and asked me to check his office. He was supposed to meet up with his brother on Saturday, but never showed.
I went to his office and found him there, dead and very cold.
I was scheduled off on the Thursday and Friday. When I returned his office had been emptied, the walls painted, and the ceiling and flooring replaced. We finally found out what it took to get one of our offices renovated.
The spooky part is I continued to see him walking in the halls after. Clear enough that I once ran down to the end of the hall where he turned, only to discover no one there.
I don't really believe in ghosts, although I'd like to. So, my explanation is that it was just my mind fucking with me.
The new story is just a little bit spooky.
My dad's birthday is the day after mine. I'm May 4th, he's the 5th. My mom didn't have to buy him a birthday present the year I was born.
Every year I'd get a birthday card for him. Always something goofy. I love my dad, but it's a complicated relationship, and all the sappy, "you're the wind beneath my wings" cards never sat right with me. So I'd always pick a joke card.
This year the first card I picked up was a sappy card. I read it and for some reason it didn't seem wrong. I still thought that I should get a goofy card instead, but I couldn't find where I pulled the sappy one from to put it back, so I bought that one.
My wife noticed and questioned me about it, but I said it was what I wanted to give him.
We decided to go to my parents early on the 2nd to celebrate the birthdays.
It was a nice visit. My dad and I drove to a sandwich shop to pick up lunch so we had some time together in the car, and then my wife and I spent the rest of the day with them.
We also had a conversation about opening the card before his birthday. He said it wasn't his birthday, a sentiment that I would normally agree with, but I told him that we were celebrating early and he should open it, so he did.
Early the next morning, my mom called me to tell me he died. It was Sunday morning, and he had insisted on going to church. They got there, but he was having trouble walking up hill from the parking space. My mom told him to park closer, and he got nasty with her (one last opportunity to verbally abuse her), so she got out and went into church without him.
When he didn't show up, she went out to check on him and found him sitting on a short wall trying to catch his breath. She went over to make sure he wouldn't fall. He stood up and they walked into church and sat in the pew. As soon as they sat down, he leaned over on her and died.
So a bit spooky that I got him the first "I love you, dad" card in more than 30 years for the birthday he didn't make it to. Also spooky that he was so unusually insistent on getting to church that morning.
To really freak people out, I have to make sure that when I eventually die it's on May 2nd.