My great uncle Pete died the morning of March 3rd, 2008 at the age of 102 years old. He lived in an old house in Berkley, California which my parents inherited. My parents decided to make some money by renting out his house, but it was over 100 years old so they decided to fix it up. A friend of a friend of my dad's was a construction worker who agreed to help out and work on the house. For his services my dad offered for him to spend the night there, and he did. He is not sure if it was a dream or a hallucination or if it actually happened, but he saw and heard something very strange that night.
He was sleeping in my great uncle's bed, when he felt somebody with a strong grip shake him awake. He woke up and heard a party going on in the kitchen and saw a little, grouchy, slouching old man wandering his room and mumbling to himself. In the kitchen he heard everyone at the party speaking fluent Italian and he heard the chef singing opera. He shut his eyes to go back to sleep and the little old man and all the noise went away.
The strange thing is that he knew nothing about this house or any of the people who had lived in it and yet his description of the old man sounded exactly like my great uncle Pete. Also, Pete's entire family immigrated from Italy 96 years ago and all spoke fluent Italian. And lastly, my grandpa George (Pete's younger brother) was the best cook in the family, and was a professional opera singer in his younger years (he died a few years back).
Sent in by Sierra Tallone, Copyright 2009
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