Our son was around 3 or 4 years old (now he’s nine). We were sitting at the breakfast table with my wife. Suddenly he changed his sitting spot to the other side of the table. We were surprised at this and asked him why he had changed spots?

He replied;
- “I’m not feeling comfortable that Wayne (name changed to English version) is standing next to me”.
- “What do you mean?”, we asked
- “Yes. He’s standing right there (pointing at emptiness) and smiling at me.”

The creepiest part of this Wayne incident is that he had died a month before. No-one had told our son, so he wasn’t aware of the death whatsoever.