Well, this is a kind of cool story my grandma told me while we were on the subject of paranormal stuff. This is how it goes.
(Story told from her point of view)
When i was about 18-19 years old, I loved to build things with my brother. We loved building furniture, bird houses, anything we could think of
that would make things a much prettier atmosphere. Finally around the age of 20, I got my own apartment. I wanted my brother to build me a rocking chair
for my new place.(Hes a really, really good carpenter). And just like that he was finished! My own rocking chair for my house. I had it sitting in my living room right next to the fire place. But then, it happened.. My brother began to get really really sick and was forced into the hospital and there he died, before getting to see the rocking chair in my house and for my kids to grow up and use it aswell. But on this particular night i was in the living room sewing when i thought i heard something down the hallway, i looked as if it was a a rat or something, To my amazement there he was, My brother glowing with white all around him. he slowly walked towards me and looked at the rocking chair and said.. "looks good sis".. And i was immediately struck with awe. Without the ability to say anything i immediately started crying, Not fearful tears, but happy ones. My brother finally got to see the chair he helped build.
This is basically the whole thing just summarized. I didn't feel like typing every single detail. But this did actually happen, And my grandmother swears upon it till this day.