"My uncle died when he was 23. It was a violent and angry death — he took his own life. I was born a year to the day he killed himself, after being 2 weeks late already. Because of that I've always felt like I have a connection with him.
One summer when I was about 10 or 11, my cousin and I were sitting in his old bedroom talking about what we thought he was like. We decided to try and contact him with a makeshift Ouija board, but of course we both shouted at the other for moving it and it was a bit of a bust. I don't really believe in the Ouija thing anyway.
So, we went to bed. We were woken up in the morning by our granny asking us who had broken it, that she wasn't mad, she just wanted to know who had broken it. We had no idea what she was talking about, and she led us into the front room, where a photo frame with a picture of our late uncle was on the floor with the glass smashed. The recent birthday cards for my granddad were all still propped up on the fireplace. Condolence cards for my late uncle's would-be birthday were scattered on the floor."
