I stay in Mumbai (India) with my Parents and my Grandpa who loves me very much. In 2001 it was 30th of December the day after my BirthDay, I was at my uncles house in Kolkatta (It takes 2 days to reach Kolkata in a train from Mumbai) for a Holiday and was alone at Uncles House as everyone was out for a Party (I am not a Party Guy u know) I stayed back at home watching TV when the lights went off (lights fo off frequently in these villages). After a few minutes hunting to find a candle I heard a knock on the door, since i could not find the candle i went in the dark itself to open the door, I was surprised to see my Grandpa at the door, though it was dark but i can recognise him anywhere. I asked him when did he come to Kolkata and that too a surprise visit, he just hugged me and said nothing, he was so cold, I told him to come in and made him sit on the chair next to the door as i went in to search for a candle when i heard the phone ringing, I picked up the phone, It was my Mother crying, I asked her what Happened why was she crying, she said "Its Your Grandpa" I immediately cut her talk and said "Ya he has reached safely and is sitting next to the door" then my Mom went silent she didnt utter a word for a few moments, I asked her what was the matter and she said he has passed away a few minutes ago, I didn't believe her and went back to the door to bring in Grandpa on the Phone, but there was no one there. I was not scared but i was confused on how can this happen. I really loved him and he loved me too. Bilieve it or not this is what actually happened to me.