3 Heart-Stopping Stories about Departed Loved Ones Somehow Turning out to be Alive

Have you ever received the terrible news of a loved one passing away, only to have them reappear later? While these reunions might sound joyful, the truth behind them can be quite shocking.

Here are three stories of such families where “dead” loved ones turned out to be alive – but not in the way you might expect. The folks in these stories got a major shock when they learned the truth about their relatives’ deaths.

I climbed out of the car and stood outside the church. Knowing I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Dad hit me hard. “We couldn’t even give him a proper funeral,” I thought. Suddenly, Bella’s sharp bark tore me from my thoughts.

I turned to my car, where Bella was more agitated than usual.

“Bella!” I gave her a hand signal to lie down, and she obeyed. I patted her head through the open window. “Now, stay, girl.”

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Ignoring her whine, I walked away and entered the church. Dad’s casket was already in place, closed, and the funeral director had discreetly cordoned off the immediate area because he had died of an infectious disease.

I took a seat beside Mom. Dad would be cremated, not buried, given the circumstances.

Just as the mass ended and mourners rose to sing the final hymn, Bella’s bark echoed through the church. She jumped on the casket, knocking the flower arrangement to the floor, and began barking loudly.

When Bella sat in her alert position on the floor and stared at me, a chill ran down my spine. I could feel something was off.

“Open the casket!” I demanded.

A gasp rang out in the gathering as I said that. But I didn’t care. I walked over to the casket and threw it open, only to find it empty.

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“Wh-Where’s my brother?” My uncle stared at the funeral director.

Mom couldn’t stand what was happening. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, and her knees gave way. I caught her just in time before her head hit the marble floor. Rushing her to the hospital was all I could think of.

At Mom’s house, I called the police.

“At this point, all we know is that the coroner confirmed the cause of death and released the remains to the funeral home,” Detective Bradshaw told me. “Was your dad involved in any activities I should be...