When my twenty-seven year old brother died I developed a deep depression and so did the rest of my family. The night after we found out about my brother’s death and every one else was sleeping, I went to the front door and opened it leaving the screen door to take it’s place I stared into the dark night and wept my heart out for my brother.
I kept saying, ”Brother stay with me. Where ever I go I want your spirit to go with me. Please stay with me.” And all of a sudden I see a bright beautiful gold light that almost blinded my swollen (from crying) eyes and after the light goes away I see a handsome Angel with a beautiful white robe, a shiny gold halo on top of his (the angel’s) head, big white powerful wings, my brother’s handsome face and his dark hair and his feet floating.
I gasped and smiled at the handsome angel and he smiled back. I backed away from the door and without a noise the angel floated into the house. I sat on the couch and so did the angel. I smiled and he smiled back and I said “are you my brother, handsome angel?” the angel just looked at me and smiled and I heard him say “yes” and I asked “or are you my guardian angel?” and he gave me the same answer “yes”. I gave him a look of confusion the angel just laughed and said “I am your brother and I am your guardian angel. You wanted me to stay by your side forever, then I will stay forever and protect you and the family.” I started to cry and said “but will I be able to see you?” “no I will be an invisible spirit so the people wont see me but you will be able to see me in mirrors and in shadows.” I looked at him and said “brother give me one last hug before you go” he opened his arms and I ran into them and hugged him for what it seemed for hours until he said “I have to go sister.” I let go and watched him disappear.
Since that night I feel happy and in every mirror I see him as he said and in shadows. He protects me and every time I see him (which is always) we smile at each other and at school when I go to the bathroom and girls are there they see him in the mirror but say nothing. Some look scared and never talk to me. The girls who used to be mean aren’t mean to me anymore they just leave me alone. When I see my shadow I always see a tall shadow standing next to me and where ever I go I feel happy and confident that my brother is at my side protecting me.
Sent in by Joy, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com