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not sure if it was a ghost or my vivid imagination but when I was a kid about 6 months after my mom died I was in bed. My dad's room was down the hall and our doorways faced each other. He was always a really loud snorer and when he got quiet it was very obvious that it was dead silence in the house. One night his snoring stopped for a few minutes and it woke me up because it was so quiet. I rolled over and heard him mumbling in his sleep (which he never did). I looked down the hall toward his room (which always stayed fairly lit because of a security light in the alley right outside his room) and noticed some odd cloudy/floaty/shape looking thing above his bed. Of course I was scared shitless and didn't move other than to pull the covers over my head. He stopped talking and started snoring again and I got brave and peeked one eye out toward his room. No more shape. I like to think my mom came back to say her goodbyes to him. Who knows what it was if anything but it was all certainly odd circumstances.
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