This story happened almost 7 years ago, I forgot about it until I ran across this site and started reading stories.
It was in August, 2002. My husband's grandfather was in the nursing home, the family had been put on alert that he didn't have much time left. So for a solid week and a half, my husband, myself, and our 2 year old son went to the nursing home every evening to see him. My son would walk up to him and get next to the bed.
On the afternoon of the night that he died, my husband took my son to see him. For some reason, I didn't see the need to go. My husband and son came home about an hour and a half to two hours later. My husband told me that our son wouldn't go near the bed. I didn't think much of it at the time, so we ate supper and settled down for the evening. A little while later, my husband went to lay down with my son. I settled back in the recliner. It was but a few minutes when my son comes walking up beside the recliner. I asked him what was wrong. He told me PawPaw and pointed to the door of the room. About that time, the phone rang, it was my husband's cousin, letting me know that PawPaw had just died.
So I went and woke my husband. We got everything together, brought our son to my mom, and went to the nursing home. We stayed there for a while, consoling family. Then we came back home. As my husband and I were settling into bed, I tossed and turned a few times. There were so many voices talking in our room, I couldn't get to sleep. So I politely told them all that I appreciated that they came, but I needed my sleep, and could they all leave? And with that, they did. All except for one, he was very reluctant, so I invoked that he leave on the authority of Jesus Christ. At that, he left. But in all my years of hearing and seeing beings, I have never had so many before or since. I look forward to hearing any comments from anyone who might be able to tell me why on that night there were that many voices.