LITTLE BOY GOES TO TWIN BROTHER’S GRAVE, AND DOESN’T RETURN HOME EVEN AT 11 P.M. “Mommy! Daddy! Please stop!” he yelled as he stormed into their bedroom. Clark heard his parents arguing again. Clark missed his brother. He missed Ted so badly that he wished he had died with him… their parents no longer cared about their son, who was still alive. “I hate you both…” he whispered, tears running down his cheeks. “I don’t want to live with you! I’m going to meet Ted because only he loved me!” Linda and Paul continued to bicker, not seeing their little son was running away to the cemetery. Clark pressed his fingertips against his brother’s gravestone. “I… I m—miss you, Ted,” he wept. “Could you please ask the angels to return you? Mommy and daddy are arguing all the time. They no longer love me. Could you please come back, Ted? Please?” Suddenly, he heard weird noise. It sounds like…someone’s steps. *** Linda’s heart was racing in her chest. It was past 11 p.m. when she checked Clark’s room: he was missing. Paul and Linda hurried to Ted’s grave. There was no sign of Clark. “Clark!” Linda shouted. “Clark, you here?” Right then, Paul nudged wife. “Hey!” he cried. “Look!” Paul and Linda were taken aback when they noticed a fire in the distance and heard strange voices.