Mother Still Goes On The 2nd night after my mother passed away I was spending the night at my father's house. I made my bed downstairs because I knew I'd be up early and I didn't want to wake my father. I woke up earlier than usual from "some" noise that seemed to be directed right into my ear. To this day, I cannot explain this noise. It was like a whisper, wind, howling and faint words which I couldn't understand. This startled me and I kept telling myself I had to be dreaming, but at the same time, I knew it wasn't a dream. I just couldn't explain it. Right at that moment, the grandfather clock rang 5AM, which was the time my mother always got up, even during the weekends. This coincidence didn't occur to me at the time though. I sat there for a few moments still startled and then I heard footsteps upstairs. I could hear them clear since the floors are wood upstairs. I sat there confused because these footsteps were not my father's. They were too light and too fast for him. I realized this fact immediately but I also thought "It had to be him because it couldn't have been anyone else". I just sat there trying to make sense out of everything and wondering if I should go upstairs to check on my father but at the same time, I was frozen. All of a sudden, I heard a loud slam of a door. I swear it echoed through out the house. I ran upstairs as fast as I could because it scared me and I thought it had to be my father. When I got upstairs the first thing I noticed was all the doors were open. I continued to my father's room and he was sitting up. We both were in some state of shock because at first neither of us said anything, we just looked at each other. I asked him if he'd been up and he answered no. I was so confused and just replied "I heard a loud door slam and thought it was you" and started to turn around to go back downstairs. He said "WHAT" and I repeated myself and looked at him wondering why he was startled too. He then told me he heard the door slam too but it wasn't a door in the house. I just looked at him and he said "That door slamed in my room but it wasn't a door in this house". We sat there questioning each other. He had heard the footsteps too and they weren't his. To us, it had to be my mother and the door was her way of saying she's going to the next plane. My father was an atheist, 100%, before this happened. I really believe my mother did this to let him know she still goes on, just not here.