David M.
Member
My story is nowhere on the scale of crazy as some other ones in this section, but I swear every bit of it is true. My aunt Tonya died from a rare form of lung cancer when she was only 26. My cousin Alex was her only child, and his 6th birthday was a few months after her passing. His party was at her house since my grandmother and few other people stayed there with my aunt, and I believe this was my first visit where there was no longer a hospice bed in the living room. He received a number of gifts as expected for a kid's birthday, but the one he loved was a remote control monster truck. It turned out that it still needed batteries, so my mom promised she would get some for the truck as soon as the party died down a bit. Later on while it was only me and my cousin in the living room, Alex grabbed the remote for the truck and it did start moving around. We double checked the remote and truck and no one had added batteries yet to either. It moved a couple of times without either of us using the remote too. Mom gave a surprised look to me and vice versa when she returned from the store and saw it moving around without any batteries.