Today is Friday the Thirteenth. Last time it was Friday The Thirteenth was May 13th, 2005, Friday and the day after that my Uncle Scottie was found dead. He died in his sleep. We all believed that he had died on the 14th, the day after Friday the thirteenth, but today my mom (His sister) has had some strange encounters. While my mom was laying in bed trying to take a nap she was thinking about my Uncle Scott. Then suddenly the cabinet drawer in her room flew off the cabinet and slid sideways. On top of the cabinet is a picture of her brother, Uncle Scottie. My mom said that when the door fell she noticed that it sort of made an arrow pointing to his picture. My mom thought it was weird that that had happened just as she was thinking of him. Now my mom couldn't sleep after that had happened so she walked out into the living room and noticed something else. Beofre she had gone to take a nap she had tied the curtains together straight, but when she walked in there after the cabinet door fell one side of the curtain was pulled over the shelf next to the window and the sun was shining on my Uncle Scottie's picture. Just his picture. None of the others. My mom found it really weird. Then my mom said she later was eating food in the living room and noticed that my Uncle Scottie's picture was laying down flat on another shelf in the living room and a picture of his children (my cousins) was laying down beside it. None of the other pictures around it were laying down, just my Uncle's. My mom said she started crying when she saw that and my step dad tried to come up with excuses. the door fell because it has a loose screw, but why was it pointing up to his picture? The picture of him was laying down casue one of the cats knocked it over? No. That's impossible. All of our cats are too big, they would have knocked over the other pictures right next to it. She had no excuse for the curtain. We think that it was My Uncle Scottie. We think he's trying to tell us something. I sort of think he is just trying to let us know that he did not die the morning after Friday The Thirteenth last year, that he died Friday The 13th that late night in his sleep. I am so happy Uncle Scottie came. It makes me want to cry, but at the same time I know he's here. And his song just came on. (My mom is listening to his cd from the funeral) Yeah, Seriously. Im not lying this is the truth. -Valerie