Ok, I'll go.
Several years ago, a friend of my son's died tragically in a drowning accident in our neighborhood. All his friends, including my son, were beside themselves with grief, each one believing if they had known or been there, they would have been able to save him. He had been a frequent visitor to our home since he was a young kid, most recently attending my son's 21st birthday party. He was a sweet kid with a beautiful smile. At the time he passed he was studying criminal justice and wanted to become a policeman.
The evening of the viewing at the funeral home, my son dressed and left with his friends to attend. I decided to follow along a little later to try to console the kids and express my condolences to the family. There's nothing more distressing than attending the funeral viewing of a young person. Parents, siblings, etc. in shock, young men holding each other and sobbing in the hallways.
I was alone at home, getting ready to go, putting on makeup, etc. Suddenly I heard a crashing noise in the attic of our home. I ignored it, not sure why, but it continued. It sounded as if someone was in our attic stomping or jumping up and down. There's nothing at all in our attic besides insulation. No place for animals to get in. I just had the feeling it was this young man. So I hurried along and went to the funeral home to take care of the boys. I never told them about it. I wasn't frightened. I've never heard any noises from the attic since then.
