The Butter Knife

Day 97: 23rd July, 2019

A few of Zach’s friends, Martin and I were eating dinner talking about Zach and how he hated mushrooms. He had made a bet with one of the guys before his accident and lost. He said that he would eat a bunch of mushrooms, but never did and we were laughing about it saying that he still needs to eat the mushrooms and we knew he could hear us. Martin went in the kitchen and while he was stood at the sink he shouts, “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” On the counter, there was a tub of butter with a knife in it, it was not lying on the counter. We all heard it hit the floor and Martin saw the knife as if was flung out of the tub and landed about 3 feet away onto the middle of the kitchen floor! You can see the distance in the photo! Ella was lying on our bed in our bedroom. She said when she woke up she saw a large orb filled with what looked like glitter in the mirror to her right side. A bit later, Martin and I were sitting the the back yard and we were talking about Zach, just then a white feather came floating down from the air and landed in his hand.