I began sleeping in my parents' room because it made me feel less scared about everything that was out there. But it didn't help. One night, I couldn't sleep. I felt like something was wrong. I still remember the time. It was 3:02 in the morning when I woke up. I thought of waking my mom. But then, her phone rang. It was my aunt (my mom's elder sister). She gave us the news nobody wanted to hear. My uncle (my mom's brother) had passed away. Both of his kidneys stopped responding. The doctors had transplanted a kidney from my aunt (my uncle's wife), but it didn't respond quite well.
We were very close. Since I was a little girl, our bond was too strong. It was tough getting my head around the fact that he was no more with us. Because I felt his presence around me every time. Whenever I was home alone, I would feel this constant presence watching me, trying to reach out to me.
One time, a shard of glass from the mirror fell down on its own. It didn't fall once, but at least seven times. Sure, it was already broken but it never fell before at any circumstances. This scared me as I was home alone that day.
Another time, I was watching a crime show on TV alone. I locked the door to the balcony as the wind was blowing and I didn't want the door to open and close on its own. In that show, a boy, around 16, was in the hospital. The doctor in the TV said, "Both of his kidneys have been damaged." As soon as his sentence was complete, the door to our balcony sprung open, as if someone pushed the door from the outside. I was sure I locked the door. But I didn't stay in that room to investigate.
Every night for at least two months, I always woke up at 3:02 am. Every single night, without fail. I was not the only one to experience this though. My mom also had her share of unexplained experiences. Once, while she was cooking, she felt someone calling her name. She thought it was me. But then I told her that I would never call her by her name. At night, she would sleep talk more often. It was more grunting and howling and less sleep talking.
We thought it would be a good idea to pray for his soul to rest in peace. After that, nothing unexplained happened, but we would still feel his presence. Why is he still here? Is he not at peace? Please, give some insight regarding this situation.