I don’t know how creepy this is, but when my nephew was a toddler, I was reading a book about the last letters home from soldiers killed in combat while I was babysitting him. He was playing, but suddenly stopped when I flipped the page, landing on a photo of a man killed in the Korean War. He smiled, pulled the book out of my hands, kissed the man’s picture, and walked around while patting and staring at the photograph. After a minute or so, he put the book back in my hands, but not before kissing his picture one last time. He went back to playing like nothing had happened. He didn’t look like anyone we knew, and he didn’t react to any other pictures in the book. It was probably a coincidence, but strange nonetheless.