Wow, I have 2 freaky stories that happened in my family. And we are going way too personal here but ok, here comes the first.
I was 6-7 y.o. Once, at absolutely ordinary evening I told my mother. Mom, I wanna light a candle. She was surprised and asked what for, but I couldn't explain. I just wanted to do this. (another irrational thing was that she refused) She didn't want me to do that. I insisted. Than I started to cry still asking to light the candle.
Finally my parents put me in bed. In a couple of hours they decided to check if i sleep well, and guess what I was doin? I was siting under my bed and looking at the candle. Noone knows where have i got a candle and matches from (we don't have a tradition to keep such things in kids rooms, but that's not a main concern, I probably stole that candle and matches from the cellar).
Next day a telegram came. My grandfother died (my mother's dad). The terrible thing was - he died absolutely alone (yeah that time when i wanted to light a candle) in his house and noone lighted the candle to escort his soul into heaven.
Well, now we know, that there was one person who did it. Another small detail - he died in Moldova - it's approx 3500km away from my homeland - Estonia.
