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On the 15th of November 2022, my little sister passed away from a form of cancer called leukaemia. since that day, we’ve come to notice things happening around the house that’s starting to change our minds on whether the afterlife is actually a thing.

Repeatedly, almost every single evening, whenever me and my parents would sit to have dinner, our dining room light would flicker. Every so often it would sparkle and flicker, where it had never done that before in the years we had lived there. There was one night I remember vividly. I was walking down the stairs to grab a snack before heading off to bed. How our house is structured, I have to walk through the dining room to get to the kitchen. Now, due to it being dark, I switched on the dining room light to be able to see. Then as I walked into the kitchen, the dining room light began to flicker. And don’t ask me why, but I decided to just stand there and look up at it. By this point, me and my parents had said, “Oh the light flickering is her” as kind of a way to make ourselves feel better. But something happened to make me REALLY believe it. As I stood there, looking at the light, I whispered, “I love you Sophie…” (my sister’s name). Then not even a split second after I said so, the light flickered in such a unique pattern, I’ve wondered if that was maybe her saying it back, perhaps morse code or something. Tears began to roll down my eyes as I truly felt a presence in the room with me.

Then, that very same evening, as I was about half way up the stairs to go back to my room, I 100% heard a footstep on the stairs behind me. On everything I own, I swear I heard a footstep behind me, walking up the stairs. I instinctively turned around, quite spooked, and just stared down at the stairs. And the feeling I felt was indescribable. I felt a presence. A real physical presence. As I stared down that flight of stairs, I could feel someone looking back at me.

That isn’t the only example I have. Another is where on the exact timing she died, every single physical analogue clock in the house had stopped at that time. They hadn’t ran out of battery, we hadn’t done anything to them. But every single clock had stopped at that time. We’ve also had the xbox she adored playing on turn itself on countless times, without the help of any of us, even after switching it off.

So, I never used to believe in the afterlife, but now I do. I find comfort in the fact that I know she is still in this house, and although I can’t physically see her anymore, I know she’s still by my side every step of the way.