My uncle didn't went to a funeral of a person he knew. He needed to work that day. When he went to bed that night his arm was next to his sides, but suddenly one of his arms gets pulled and hangs out of the bed. He didn't thought much about it, this happens about two more times.
Now he was really getting a bit paranoid about it. Well, suddenly he can feel something pulling on his arm and dragging him of the bed.
He freaked out and ran to his dad, he told my grandpa about what has happened and my grandpa turned white.
He told my uncle that he just came from the bathroom and saw a dark figure standing in the hallway.
He slept with lights on for a month after that and never missed a friend's funeral.