I found this from another site which gave me the chills
Alright true story here and I saw it with my own eyes... hell, I TOUCHED it..
My grandfather's brother passed away about 7 years ago and we've been visiting his grave every year ever since.
In 2004, his wife remarried to another man and there was a HUGE family dispute. Her children wouldn't let her remarry because they didn't want to betray their father, however the other family said that it was her decision and not that of her children. So after a while, the children gave up and the wife remarried. It was also around the time of the anniversary of her husband's death so my dad and I paid a visit to his grave. My dad opened up a can of soda and placed it on the grave and I placed a few oranges down. We then burned some incense and knelt down and bowed and stuff. But then, all of a sudden, we noticed that the can of soda was BOILING!! No it wasn't fizzing, because I FELT IT WITH MY HANDS and it was hot to the touch. The soda was boiling and it spilled over the grave and some got on the oranges.
My dad cried right there and then. He said this and I remembered it to this day "Thov txhob npau taws rau koj cov me nyuam vim tias niam tij mus yuav luag lwm tus lawm. Koj cov me nyuam tseem yog koj roj koj ntshav, es thov koj tseg kiag koj txoj kev npau taws. Peb yeej hlub koj thiab niam tij kawg, tiam sis nws tsuas yog mus yuav lwm haiv hmoob lawm xwb, es peb thiaj li ua tsis tau dab tsi."
Right after that the soda stopped boiling and me and my dad were just standing there looking at the gravestone. After 2 minutes or so, the creepiest thing happened....
There was no wind, no breeze, absolutely nothing. The can tipped over by itself and 3 oranges rolled off the gravestone. Now the gravestone was perfectly horizontal and wasn't tilted anywhere, so there was no way the oranges could've rolled off by themselves. The soda can that was tipped over spilled more soda over the gravestone as my dad and I just stood there and watched.
And then, it hit me...... the soda spilled everywhere on the grave, except the picture of my uncle which was embedded into the gravestone. I looked at the picture and I could eerily feel his eyes staring straight at me.
We went home and told his children about it. They cried. Yea, it was pretty damn emotional and everything. Then 3 months later the wife died in her sleep.
At the funeral, my dad asked me if I remembered how many oranges I put on the husband's grave. I said that I put about 5 oranges down on his grave. Then my dad asked me if I remembered how many oranges rolled off his grave. I said three. My dad said that the husband came and got the wife, because THREE months after our little encounter, she died...
We had to do hu plig for me and my dad afterwards... I don't think I'll ever forget that in my whole life.
