The Cold Wind
When I was 13, I was sitting in my bedroom, grieving over the death of one of my oldest friends, when I felt a sudden cold gather inside the room. It was the middle of the summer, the temperature was 87 degrees and my windows were closed.
It gathered around me and as I sat there, shivering, I could have sworn that I heard my friends voice say,"Good-bye."
Not to long later, the same sensation came over me again, this time, however, my mom was in the room and felt it to.
Yet another friend had died in a similar manner, only she was my mom's friend. When the cold lifted, my mom said,"It was Mari coming to say goodbye."