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My aunt was married to a man called John. When I was 4, he died in a car wreck. Nobody had told me of his death. I was sleeping with my mom the next night after his death. And she said she woke up and I was standing in the middle of the room. She asked me what I was doing and I told her that Mr. John had come by and said goodbye. I think that would count as a encounter.
Or the overly active imagination of a 4 year old.