Flashlight Ghost


My Dad, every night had borrowed my flashlight to make sure the cars was locked up and all was right before he went to bed. Sadly, he died of a heart attack back in August of 1992.

The day after his funeral I was in my room, watching TV and noticed my flashlight was missing. My family looked everywhere. I took everything out of my dresser drawers, looked under the bed and everywhere. Well, we decided to go out and eat and when we got back I went into my room and almost passed out! There was my flashlight, right where I always kept it.

To this day we can't figure it out except to say dad borrowed it one more time.