[Pathosis]

My mom's best friend experienced some freaky shit.
Her daughter was dating another family friend of ours for almost 7 years.
They had their wedding planned a month before he died in a freak motorcycle accident while with my cousin Adam.
My cousin was fine, but his best friend (Jeremy, the boyfriend) flew off his bike and hit a telephone pole and was D.O.A.
Shortly after, my mom's best friend started noticing that her ceramic cherub/angels were moving every night.
She'd fix them, but they'd always move.
I have no idea if it was Jeremy or what, but she liked to think it was Jeremy getting through to them.
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Also, when I was a kid, apparently I walked out of my room and started talking about things that happened to my Grandpa when he was in WW2.
She told me she never talked to me about it before then, so she had no idea how I knew that stuff.
Third eye, maybe, who knows.

It'd be a bit contradicting if I said I believe in spirits or ghosts, since I don't believe in heaven, hell or souls.
Or god, for that matter.
So I'll just sit back and maybe if I see a ghost myself, I'll take into consideration the possibility of souls.
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