I Heard This
His ashes are on top of the bookcase in the front room. I talk to him sometimes, say goodnight before I switch off the light and go upstairs to bed, or if I'm worried or down I put my hand my hand on the box and just ask him to help me. Lately I asked him to wish me luck because I've been trying to apply for a job. Spookily, his phone went off shortly after I walked downstairs last night. The phone had the SIM card removed and was given to my little brother so he could use the apps on there, and the unmistakeable ringing pierced the silence in the room. It was coming from the toy corner by his bookcase, and sure enough, the phone was lit up. I gingerly put it to my ear as though expecting to hear something. It looked as though my brother had mistakenly set an alarm on there, so I deactivated it and switched the phone off. Tonight, the same thing happened again. A ringing was coming from the darkness downstairs, and after investigating it was his phone again. I think we need to take the phone away from my brother!