I used to talk to some soldier that was dressed in a military uniform that would visit me almost every night while I was in bed. He'd just stand at the foot of the bed and talk to me, tell me stories and whatnot.
Later on I recounted this to my mom who was like "Oh I guess he has an imaginary friend" until she talked to my great-aunt. Apparently, I was describing exactly what my Great-great uncle Jack Vosper, looked like and the stories matched up.He was part of a British artillery contingent in World War 1. He died in the trenches during the Battle of Ypres in Belgium.
What gets even more freaky is late last year I was going through some old...old old old letters from back then. I found the last one he sent to his sister before he went into the trenches where he'd die.... "They're sending us into the trenches soon. Don't worry about me, Gerty, I'll be home soon."
A few weeks later I swear to fuck I heard a ghost or something talk to me. I was over at my friend's place and had to pretty much watch the house while she was running errands since she didn't have a key for the place yet(They had just moved in). So I was just chilling there, sitting on the floor leaning against a wall. Next thing I know I hear some guy's voice, but there was no one else home, no TV on, no computer, nothing. I had this overwhelming feeling that the voice was talking to ME, specifically. But it was like it was talking through...almost like a soaked blanket, really really muffled, yet you can hear the individual words, but not understand them. The entire time this went on I couldn't move. I tried, I gave my damnedest to move any muscle, but I just sat there and could only move my eyes. I have a vague recollection of sliding down the wall and laying on my right side like that. Later on my friend is shaking me awake looking like she about had a heart attack, she told me she came in and found me laying there with my eyes open staring into nothing. I still have no fucking idea what happened.