I've seen them since I was little. Why? Oh because my mom was murdered. Her boyfriend at the time was abusive. They had gotten in a fight he pulled out a gun and shot her 15 times in the head. I watched my own mother die. That's where it started. A couple hours later when I was being questioned by the police I saw her crying and sobbing. She had holes in her head from the bullets. I got out of the chair and walked over to her. She asked me "Where am I?" I just replied with "Mama are you ok?" Then she just disappeared. After she died I was put into a foster system. I landed in a house that I loved I am still in the same foster home.