Made me think of another thing while I lived in CT in the early 90’s.
I was in a small rural grave yard in Western CT and looking at the grave of a soldier killed in WW1 in 1918.
Suddenly, behind me I hear “I saw him get killed”. and I turn around there were two old men standing there, one was super old. Long story story, it was a father and a son... The father was 102 in 1994 (I was 16). He was a soldier in WW1 and said the soldier in the grave I was staring at was killed in artillery strike and he said he could still see him in his mind’s eye laying there dead and mangled. I went back to that same graveyard in 2011 and snapped a pic of the soldier’s grave.
I talked to him for about an hour, super cool experience. He was told me he remembered the murder in the house I lived in I reference in my previous post. (The property owner killed the farm foreman in the kitchen during an argument)
One night about 1am, wife and I were sleeping, and we were woken up by a God awful crash and then our dogs barking. I figured “What did the dogs do now?”. Got up to investigate. Did you ever have one of those BIG kitchen drawers that has the mixer or other small appliances in it. ?We did. It was sitting in the middle of the dining room! This was two weeks after my Dad passed away. Figured he was letting us know he was around.