In January, 1978 my husband's uncle died in Kurrumburra, Victoria(Australia). Back then, my husband was just my boyfriend, whom I had known for only two weeks. I had never met his uncle.
I was staying overnight at his mum's house in Croydon. I was sleeping in his sister's bedroom. His mum and sister were in the main bedroom. My boyfriend, Paul, was watching TV in the lounge. The house was very small, so I could hear the TV from my room.
All of a sudden, I heard a man's voice call Paul's name in Italian. It said, "Paolino! Poalino!" I thought I was hearing things. Awhile later, Paul turned off the TV and he walked past my bedroom to go to bed. After awhile, he turned on my light, came into the bedroom and said he felt his uncle wanted to tell him something. I asked him what his uncle had called him. He replied, "Paulino... Why?" I then told him that I had heard his uncle call his name in the hallway.
We both rushed into his mother's room to tell her. This was the first time that I have heard a voice from the grave!
