“A while ago, I was into dungeons and dragons. I was on a discord call with one of my friends when I dropped my favorite d20. I looked for it, but it wasn’t anywhere. Tore my room apart. I gave up, pulled out another and kept playing. I went downstairs a few hours later and, directly under where I had dropped it in my room, it was sitting perched on the TV table. It was on 20. I asked my parents and sister, but nobody touched it. I saw that table several times before I found the die, and it wasn’t there.”
“A couple years back, Monticello had their first reenactment and I was chosen to play Patsy Jefferson, their eldest daughter. So after the first one of the weekend, one of my fellow reenactors takes me to explore the places under Monticello, and at one point, he takes a picture of me where the light shows me perfectly, no shadows, no nothing, but the rest is dark.
After he takes the picture, we look at it to find shadows on my face that weren’t there before, they also looked like a skeletal face had covered mine. It still amazes us to this day.”