My best friend died February 15, 2010 and he was only 14. I was staying at our usual hangout for a couple of days which was our friend Trenton's house.
Dylan liked to mess and joke around when he was alive, he was full of joy.
But anyway, Dylan, as a spirit, liked to mess around with us when the 4 of us, me, Trenton, Jason, and Tyler were together. One time we were all watching T.V. In the living room and we heard a sudden smack, like something flat hitting the floor. There was a picture in a picture frame of Dylan, Tyler, and Trenton on a boat sitting on the end table, no one was sitting near it and no one else was home. I looked over and saw a quick flash of glow and then it was gone. Dylan had died in front of this house. It was Dylan and I was sure of it. He knocked that picture down.
There was another time where we were all at Trenton's house for Tyler's birthday party and I had plugged in my phone to charge and then everyone, and I do mean everyone in the house went downstairs to watch a movie and no one had come home, no one came in the house, no one went upstairs at all. We went back upstairs to get another movie and my phone had moved from the window-sill to the end table. Dylan had moved it and there was no doubt about it.
We had all seen his glow on the inside and how happy he was all of the time. His very special glow glows on the outside now and whenever he's around we get that happy feeling. I haven't been the same kind of happy since the day before he died. The night he died I felt his presence and him trying to comfort me. I could just feel it.