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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Thick_Exchange611 on 2025-11-01 02:37:34+00:00.

So I’m not really sure how to start this but I used to live on the same street as another family with kids my age and my sisters age. I was really good friends with the girl (T) who was my age and the boy J who was my sisters age always had a major crush on her. So I used to spend almost everyday with T after school and in the summer. The summers would bring lots of trips to the Cape to visit their grandmother (we all called her Grammy beach). Now this house was INSANE! It had a small crawl space in the master bedroom closet. Of course the intrusive thoughts beat all of us kids and we just HAD to figure out what was back there. Now this crawl space was small even for 12yr olds. The crawl space opened up to a smaller room like kinda looked like storage but it had a door at the back wall. Now we had to crawl the whole time until going through this door. The other side of this door is another storage space but wayyyyy bigger. It was a place I never remembered, buried in the back of my brain. Until a few years ago. J passed in a car accident, I won’t go into details because it still hurts to think about, it was very sudden and i couldn’t make sense of it. A few months later i had the most vivid dream ive EVER had and i am a very vivid dreamer (like at one point couldn’t differentiate my dreams from reality) anyways not the point. In this dream i was at Grammy beach’s house and i just walked in and straight to the master closet. I went throw the crawl space, through the little storage space and through the door to find J just sitting in the room waiting for me with a huge smile. I don’t remember what we talked about but it was so real I could legitimately feel him when we hugged. I felt so at piece when I woke up but the reality of the dream really shook me to my core. I knew he was dead but I also knew this dream was not just a dream. Anyways this is nice and sentimental and all but the weird part is that I was never that close to J. He was 3years older than me and I only hung out with T when I went over. Over the past few years since his death I have had this same dream over and over and over every few months. The weirdest part of it is that he died on the way to that same house in the cape. If anyone can explain why this keeps happening please lmk.