Well.... My Aunt Dorothy got killed in a car wreck in 1983. Head on collision. Twenty years later, my father tells me that my aunt "appeared" one day. She told my father to stop what he was doing and take $20 to grandma. My aunt (deceased aunt) said "grandma will pay you back later." Then she disappeared.

My father stopped what he was doing, got in the car, and drove to grandma's house. He only had $20.

When he got to grandma's house, he knocked on the door. Grandma answered. Before he could say anything, grandma says to him: "I am so glad you are here! I need $20 and I will pay you back later.!" He gave her the $20 and got back in his car.

Years later, my father died. As I sat around with my father's surviving brothers and sisters, I told them about the incident. I began by saying, "This will sound crazy, but Aunt Dorothy appeared to my father, several years after she had been killed..."

That's all I got our before each one of them said "Yes. She has appeared to me too..."

Each one of them had seen her after her death.

Not really spooky but will still scare the crap out of you. Just a good ole bobcat squeal/scream about 10 yards behind me right at dark thirty while sitting on the ground in the woods hunting a trail.
Yep, that will send a adrenaline rush through ya.

Mine isn't as spooky as most but still was quite an experience, had 2 separate events during the same day that happened at the same time. In the early 90s I was bow hunting Elk on the south rim of the Grand Canyon. I had a cow tag. After several Days with no luck I found a High meadow. Nice grassy bowl with a good tree line wind blowing towards the tree line. It had been a long couple of days and the sun started to shine, I was in a gilley suit. I fell asleep in the sun behind a fallen log. At some point I wake up and a herd of elk are standing less than 40 yards away. Very Very Slowly I get up and nock an arrow and draw my bow. As I am at full draw a huge bull elk walks right up to me, he is standing directly in front of me about 15 to 20 feet. I can't shoot him, because I have a cow tag, He just gets closer and closer till he is about 10 feet away, he curls back his lips and snorts at me a couple of times. I am thinking this is it for me, no one really knows where I am and this thing is about to kill me. Suddenly a Pick Up truck drives into the meadow on the opposite side of the herd, he just starts spraying the herd, rapid fire, doesn't seem to be aiming at all. I'm pretty sure he was not aware that I was there. Since I was in the line of fire I dropped to the ground as the herd scatters. When I got over there an older Native American man was lifting one of the 2 cows that dropped into the back of his doolley, he had a automatic lift device mounted in the back of the truck, he was dressed in going to church clothes. White shirt, dress pants, dress shoes, the animal he was lifting had to be put down first because it had been shot through both of its front legs. When I walked up to he was sizing me up, to this Day I think he was thinking about shooting me!! I was both mad and scared. Mad at getting shot at and at the waste of just shooting into a herd of elk. He told me it was his right to take as much elk as he needed for his family and his tribe. This was before cell phones (at least for me) or I would have gotten his info, I was miles from camp heart pounding, I just stormed off back into the woods. I never bow hunted that area again.