When I was 10 my grampa had died of a heart attack and it was hard for my family to get over it. A week went by and everything was fine then one night while I was sleeping I had a dream everything was the same i was just sitting up in my bed. Then I heard my grampa's voice and his footsteps. I woke up suddenly sweating. It was really quiet and i could still here footsteps! I was so scared that i stayed under my cover for about 3 minutes then i got up and went to my moms room and on the way i saw footprints in the carpet. I screamed and ran to my moms room. She told me to calm down and i slept with her that night.