Mr. Jones’s Grave
Let me tell you, kids are pretty freaky. Either they’re tuned into something we’re not or there’s some trickery about. For instance, I’ll use myself as an example.
My grandfather passed when I was young and I never really knew him, but he was important to my mother so we’d make pilgrimages to his resting place pretty routinely.
It was as normal as it could have been that day, my mom was praying and paying her respects in the mausoleum when she noticed me. When she saw what I was doing, a chill ran through her. I was standing by the opposite wall talking and laughing like I was with an old friend.
She walked up to me and asked who I was talking to. I said I was talking to a “Mr Jones”. Up at about my mom’s eye level was a slot with Mr Jones’s name on it. This was incredibly unsettling to her because a) I could not yet read and b) even if I could, his grave was several feet above my head.
There I was, just chatting and laughing with a man who’d been gone for 20-odd years. The world is a pretty weird place and as much as we’d like to believe it, we don’t have all the answers. Story credit: Reddit / (Fluffygsam)