December 16, 2007 was the day that my best friend's little brother died. He was 7 years old and died in a fire. Everybody was crushed, and after many months of pain we have all learned to live without him. I will call my best friend Sidney and our other best friend Carol, also calling Sidney's brother Jacob.
A month after the fire, Sidney was taking pictures of her house for whatever the reason. One of the areas where she took pictures was the closet. After the pictures were developed, we noticed some strange things in them.
The picture had strange apparitions in them. In the photo of the closet, (which her brother used to lay around in) actually showed him lying on the ground, just like old times! It made us all very sad, but happy that he was still here.
One day, Carol was home alone in her living room. Carol's relationship with Jacob was just as much as Sidney's. They loved each other like actual brother and sister and cared for each other very much. Whenever Carol visited Sidney, (which was pretty much every day,) Jacob would always give her hugs and say I love you! It was very cute, I must admit.
But Carol was sitting on her couch, watching TV. Then, she felt a tap on her left shoulder. Startled, she looked over and nothing was there. Then, there was more tapping on her arm. She jumped up and took a few steps away from the couch, not believing what she felt. Note: that she also experienced random tapping after her grandfather died.
"Jacob, is that you...?" She called.No answer.
Then, a door slammed from down the hall. Carol freaked out and ran into her room, locking the door until her family got home.
There are other incidents that happened, but it would be too long to write them all down. I will end this by saying that they still see him in pictures around Sidney's house, and they also feel his presence once in a while. Although he is gone, he is always in our hearts. This is my first story, so please tell me what you think.