Weird things happening after someone dies

[Rosieposy89]

Has this happened to you?

I have unfortunately just lost a relative and their partner found their kitchen clock stopped the same time they died.

My grandad died earlier this year and all that week my daughter's toys kept going off on their own and the nightlight was flashing on and off (it's touch sensitive).

I do find it comforting but I feel weird about it all!

My mums clock stopped at the time my dad died too, not on the day, but on my sons birthday the year he died when we were visiting my mum. He adored my son.

I tend to explain away things like that, but this one made me think.

A friend who is very down to earth, not believing in anything woo told me about an experience she had just after a mutual friend died. It just happened in the fortnight after she'd died. She said the door bell kept going off, or she'd come downstairs and find the kettle boiling. When the TV started switching itself on in front of her she'd had enough and she said: "<friend's name> can you please stop it now, you're freaking me out."
It never happened again.

On the same mutual friend I had a funny experience last year, about 8 years after she died. I was out for a jog and I saw this huge worm on the pavement. I stopped and popped it into the bushes, and heard my friend's voice shout "Get running! Faster!" For a moment I did start running, then the strangeness of it hit me and I turned round to see no one in sight.

Our friend was a bit of a joker and both were just the sort of things that she would have found really funny.

Whilst my MIL was dying a large mirror fell off our sitting room wall and didn’t break, I fully expected her to die that day after the mirror fell, she hung on a couple more days but DH sewers he saw his dad in the garden that morning. He’s been dead well over 10 yrs. Emotions and imagination running high?

I was NC with my dad for a long time. One night he featured very heavily in my dream which was odd because I never gave him a second thought in every day life but I felt affected by it the next day.

Later the following morning, my sister called me to say he'd been diagnosed with cancer and he died not long after.

And I had forgotten until I read this. DH grandmother smoked, when there has been a huge family life event such as a death or a new baby we have smelled fresh cigarette smoke on the landing of her old home. No one smokes so it must be her seeing what’s going on.

My Mum had a Peace Lily, when her Dad, my Grandad who I adored died the peace lily started to drop water/sap from it's leaves like it was crying. I have also smelled familiar scents, my Grandad's Imperial Leather soap and my Granny's Chrysanthemum flowers which she loved in my home at random times.

There were some odd electrical things when my dad died. The clock in his room stopped overnight at the time we later learned he died. My mum woke up in the night because she heard him calling for her. The hospital called a little later to say he’d slipped away, unexpectedly, in his sleep. He had a lamp in his room that started flickering too, I assumed it was an electrical fault and unplugged it and the bulbs stayed flickering even without current going through. So weird. I brought the lamp home with me but it has behaved perfectly ever since.

I don't believe in woo or what have you. But on the day my mother died her horoscope read,

"You've been working too hard, time for a rest..."

Always regret not cutting it out of the paper.

We went to the crematorium on Christmas Day to take flowers for my mum as she'd died just a few months before. Someone had left a Christmas card and as we stood there, it started playing We Wish You a Merry Christmas , although the air was cold and still.
We went to my brother's house for a family dinner and I was telling my sister, and before I mentioned the card, she told me that they'd been earlier and some bloody card just started play the same carol although it hadn't moved.

I'm one of 4 siblings. When our nan passed away a few years back my other siblings kept going on about seeing grey feathers in random places in the days after she died. A week or so went by and I was getting irrationally cross that I hadn't seen any feathers. Not even particularly woo but I guess just wanted that comfort.

I was out for a walk one afternoon and happened to see one, followed by 100's, followed by a dead seagull. I went home and joked to my partner that my sisters had lovely pretty feathers and I got a dead bird. Picked up the tv remote and hidden underneath was the loveliest, tiniest little grey feather I've ever seen.

Things kept falling over in my kitchen and sitting room when my Dad died, went to my friends flat for a brew and a chat and whilst laughing at a horror film.......yeah I know its wierd! Her sitting room window flew open and I casually said with out thinking

"Its alright, its my dad"

and carried on watching tv. It was not windy that night either! We were laughing because I jumped and a lense fell out of my glasses.

My dad had been admitted to hospital after a fall and although we thought he was on the mend, died suddenly in the night and we were distraught that we'd been unable to say goodbye. The following Saturday we were sat quietly with our mum, just drinking a cup of tea together. All of a sudden the alexa started playing a song. Dick Haymes singing You'll never know. The first line is "You'll never know just how much I miss you." He was one of my dad's favourite singers and the words were the perfect message for us to hear. I looked back at the activity in the alexa app, and there's no record of the song ever being played. Nothing will ever convince me that it wasn't dad saying goodbye.

On the night my friend’s mother died (he was a teenager, still living at home) their land line rang. He answered it, the line was open but nobody spoke. When he dialled 1471, the number that came up was that of their own landline.

My dad had a keen sense of humour - often very dark, gallows humour. On the way back from his funeral last year while driving along the main road, our driver slammed on the brakes - a mother duck had stepped out to cross the road, followed by 14 ducklings. We waited until each and every one of them had crossed safely in quiet bemusement
Not necessarily a 'sign' of anything, but it lifted the mood and gave us the laugh dad would have wanted.

In the days after my mum died, we kept hearing distant electronic music in her living room.

We eventually found the source which was one of those musical birthday cards I'd sent her the year before. It was sandwiched in a bundle of letters inside the footstool that she used.

Then there's the rainbows 🌈 ....

It was my mum's birthday the month after she died (suddenly). She was young and not ready to go.

On the night of her birthday, I was sat at home on my own, put my tiny DC's to bed and my DH was working late. I was exhausted with grief.

At about 9pm my landline rang. Made me jump as the only ones who ever rang it were mum or DH. There was silence when I picked it up.

Other things happened in the few months after. Washer dryer used to stop by itself. I've moved house now and now and again I have two rooms with flickering lights. I'm sure it's her saying hello or when she thinks I need her. Hasn't happened for a while. I'm a rational person but there's something that continues..an energy.

TheCrowening

I hadn't read your post before I wrote mine. That's just given me total goosebumps!!!

My mum used to visit us most Saturdays. She always sat in the same chair in our kitchen to chat to me.
Immediately after she died, every time our cats came in the kitchen, they would stare at ‘her’ chair and be freaked out. This happened for about three weeks.
Eventually, I said to the ‘chair’ - ‘mum, I love that you’re here but your scaring the cats, will you go and sit in (my sister’s name) kitchen for a bit please?’

After that, the cats were fine.
I was glad order was resumed but still feel sad that I asked her to go.
I miss her. It’s been 10 years.

My mum was known for being a massive phone lover. She could always be found chatting to one phone or another. The day she died the entire phone line system in the area went down. It didn't go back up t a week later when the (religious) week of mourning finished.

I'd had the phone call that my mums organs were starting to fail and I should get to the hospital. I asked the doctor how long we were looking at ( just because my brother was an hour away) he said a few hours minimum.

I'm on the way to the hospital. This is about 10 minutes after the call, I'm speaking to my dad to let him know what was happening. I recall seeing the sun shining through the clouds ( kinda like in movies when someone guys and they go up to the light). I pointed it out to my husband at the time as it looked beautiful.

By the time I got to the hospital, 18 minutes after the phone call, my mum had already passed. Her time of death was roughly the same time I saw the sun shining through the clouds.

She also wore a perfume that really wasn't that common ( was an old perfume from Ann summers) and for days after she died. That was all I could smell. I'd be in bed and randomly smell it.

*chatting to one person or another
She didn't chat to phones

My dad died at home. My sister and me (both nurses) obviously looked at the clock when he died as it was automatic to note time of death to us. It was 22.20.

We then tidied his bed, dressed him in clean clothes, made our mum a stiff drink, got our breath back after a lot of weeping and hugging etc. We then rang the undertaker, who asked us what time he died. We looked at the clock which still stood at 22.20.

On the day of DH's funeral in March a single Fox and Cubs was in flower in our garden, they don't come into season until June usually. He loved it when they came into flower and always avoided them when he was cutting the grass.

My step dad passed a month ago- we miss him terribly- and there is never ending signs. A bathroom light flickering, feeling like he’s comforting us holding our hands, my two year old randomly asking about him and my sisters cat that died days later- like they were together- and feathers and white butterflies. It’s all very surreal but I know he’s here- I know he’s free and happy now. He’s not suffering.
I’ve had many things happen over my life tbh.
the night my cousin killed herself I dreamt she was drowning in black water- and felt her around loads. I have very vivid dreams about her and my best friends mum and now my stepdad. I have conversations in my dreams. Who knows if it’s just imagination.

My mum found my grandpa (her dad) dead in bed, his watch had stopped and the doctor who came out to certify the death recoded that as the time of death.