It’s simply unexplainable. Every time I let my imagination wander, I feel as though I’m being watched. I know the old man who built the house we currently live in died under the front porch one hot afternoon. He had cancer and was going, and it was peaceful enough, but the house wasn’t finished. We’ve been working on it steadily, slowly finishing the few projects that were left undone. I think he’s happy with the progress, but I’m not sure. I think I’ve found a way to ask, to let him know we’ll finish the house, to help him find rest, at the Unexplainable Store. Click Here! to visit their website. Maybe the unexplainable store could help you too.