Creepy stories

The Pleasant Phantasm

I had a neighbor who was a lovely old man. He would always work in his garden, and I’d walk past his house daily, so we spoke often. One day I saw him and said “hello,” but got no response. Not wanting to bother him, I carried on home. A few days later, I saw a removal van and people outside of his home. I was told that the man had gone hiking a week ago, had a heart attack, and died. They’d just recovered his body. He had been dead for a week, but I had seen him just days earlier.