Friday the 13th
On a Friday the 13th, my stepfather passed in the hallway of his condo apartment. My mom had to move out shortly after since they were already behind on mortgage bills. A few months later, my lease was up.
I was barely making ends meet and couldn’t find a new roommate, so my mom offered me the key to the condo apartment to stay in for a few months until I saved up enough for my own place.
I took her up on the offer and moved into the condo. After a month or so, I was asleep in the living room, and I dreamt of my stepdad standing in the hallway facing the living room. He was looking at me and smiling/laughing. He even made a stupid joke and everything.
It wasn’t disturbing at all, just bittersweet. Then, I suddenly woke up. I felt some pressure stroking down my head and back. There was nothing around me, and it tripped me right out. Story credit: Reddit / TlFF