I remember my first encounter with my Guardian Angel. I was about four years old.
My younger sister and I shared a bedroom in a small, two-bedroom home. My parent’s room was at the end of the hallway. At night my Mom put us to bed; my sister in a crib, me in a twin bed. She’d tuck us in, tell us she loved us, kissed us, and all was right in our world.
I began to have the uneasy feeling as if someone was scowling at us from the doorway. I would call for my Mom, terrified! She’d come in, reassure me that there was no one there, that I was safe, and to go to sleep. These events started slowly and then escalated to nightly occurrences. I could hear my parents discussing my paranoia and my Dad saying that I just didn’t want to go to sleep and was acting out for attention — a normal reaction by him in the circumstances.
Now I’m sensing an old man lurking there after my parents were asleep. I found out it wasn’t okay to wake them with tales of seeing someone leaning into the doorway to peer in at us. I was scared! What to do!?
I silently called for help!
I clearly heard a voice telling me, “I will protect you. Do you remember your Mother telling you about your Guardian Angel? I am your Guardian Angel.” I was reassured again and told to turn and face the wall, that everything would be okay. I remember hearing that this was a special moment and that I should treasure this memory.
I felt enveloped, as if in a safe and warm cocoon, while the voice addressed the hallway visitor. I could sense that brief exchange as if from a long way away and then I slept. I did not experience any further issues there after that.
I believe in Guardian Angels.
Epilogue
It was when I was an adult that I heard about the rest of the story.
It seems my Mom was experiencing things too. She’d hear noises in the attached garage and, when investigated, nothing was there. She’d do laundry in the garage and hear something in the house, again nothing there! Mom was becoming quite frightened and thought that someone was physically trying to scare her as these instances always occurred when my Dad was not home. As they never found anyone around when these experiences were going on, Mom started to believe it was something otherworldly. You can imagine my Dad’s reaction to that!
My parents had married young — Mom turned 18 and Dad 23 the month they were married. In two years they started their family. They didn’t have any experience with anything like a haunting. It was a hard idea to swallow for a young, formerly farmer, a now honorably discharged Navy mechanic that there was a ghost in their house.
Mom was gifted. She knew who was on the phone when it rang, knew outcomes before they happened, but she had been ridiculed when she spoke out. So, she kept her gift to herself. It took a lot for her to mention these occurrences to Dad. Now she was afraid to be left home alone with just the kids; Dad thought she was becoming irrational.
Mom wanted to call a priest to come bless the house. Dad said, “No!” He didn’t believe in ghosts and didn’t understand Catholic ways. He’s a very private person and didn’t want anyone in his house.
One night after getting ready for bed, turning off the lights, and settling in they heard footsteps. These footsteps were inside the house. They were coming down the hardwood floor of the hallway towards their bedroom door! Dad shot up into a seated position as the footsteps stopped in the doorway. There was no one there! After searching the house, there was no one else in the house, and the kids were asleep.Within a week a priest came to the house and blessed it. There were no more further visitations.
My parents then found out that the former owner had been an old man who had died in the house. I guess he was trying to figure out who the couple with the kids were who were now in his house. He liked being alone. I don’t think he realized he was dead.
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