Move On With Your Life
My aunt lived in Nevada. Her son died suddenly at the age of 16. She was devastated. She had left his room exactly as he had last left it, locked it, and forbade opening it to anyone. A few years later, a tornado set down in Nevada, which isn’t a state known to have such weather. It plowed through my aunt’s home and promptly dissipated afterward.
My female cousins were in the house. While shaken and frightened out of their wits, no one in the house was injured. The tornado sucked out the contents of my departed cousin’s room, destroyed the roof over his room, and then went away. There was never a medical reason for my cousin’s death, and no doctor ever found out exactly why he slumped over and died.
It was something that had always spooked me. A tornado touching down in Las Vegas, of all places, precisely targeting my cousin’s room, destroying only his room, leaving both sisters unharmed, then vanishing was bizarre. Oddly enough, my aunt was much better after the storm and was finally able to move on with her life. Story credit: Reddit / oldsouth