My Sister’s Picture Keeper
At the time I didn’t live at my parents’ home, but I was there watching their dog while they were out of town. My sister had died in their house about a year prior. While I was there, I witnessed a picture of her fall off the wall. But it got so much creepier.
I then discovered that EVERY picture of her in the house had fallen off the wall, seemingly at the same time. I chalked it up to something shaking the house, even though we live in Ohio and I felt nothing. I went home to my apartment.
There, sitting face-up on my desk, was a picture of my sister and me that I knew I had packed away. I don’t believe in things like this, but this occurred at a time when I was still very much actively grieving the loss of my sister, and it hit me really hard. Story credit: Reddit / (kingchuck419)