Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I was ten years old when me and my family moved to rural Oregon. We were about an hour from our destination when we were caught up in an ice storm. Suddenly, the car started to spin and my dad, Billy, was behind the wheel, lost control, and my mom, Karen, started screaming. We were sent careering towards a brick wall that stopped cars from going over the edge of the bridge and into the valley below.

When the car stopped spinning, something that what I thought to be human crashed against the bonnet. It punched it’s fist straight through the windscreen and slashed my dad’s neck with it’s fingernails. I was pretty scared by that point, so I didn’t have time to see whether there was a dagger in it;s hand or not. Then, another thing yanked the mangled door straight off of it’s hinges and grabbed my mom. It took her away into the mist and I was left shivering with the family dog Barney, a chocolate coloured Labrador, in the back of the car. I sat there for about an hour until another person appeared at the door. He opened it and helped me out. My skin was tinged blue by then and the doctors told me I could’ve died, but they wouldn’t believe my story, the story you are reading. This story may seem unreal, but I swear on my life it’s real, and that’s a big thing for me to do!

The boy, the one who helped me out of the car, from what I could remember, had black hair and very dark eyes. It was around minus ten degrees that day, but he only wore some dark trousers and had no top on. He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. He put me down on the ground and wrapped a blanket around me. After a while, my shock wore off, and from the questions he was asking, I began to think that he was a cop. I didn’t tell him my name, but I asked him to help Barney, who had thrown himself beneath the front seats shortly before my dad lost control of the car. The boy placed his hands beneath the seat and pried it around fifteen hundred pounds of metal apart, freeing Barney.

After that, I began to hear the sound of approaching sirens. The boy walked towards the bridge and hopped up onto the ledge.

“Who are you?”, I asked him. He turned round, gave me a smile and replied, “I’m your guardian angel.”, then jumped off the ledge…

But it doesn’t end there. Recently, I just went to college. I’m 19 now, and I’m got my own place, a small apartment, address withheld. It was my first day and I made a great friend, Susanne, and we were like sisters. That night, I went round to hers for a party, just a random one. Most of us girls had Alco pop, ’cause we were sensible, but most of the lads had lager or beer.

As I was just about to leave, a couple of the lads held me back and tried to attack me because I wouldn’t let them kiss me. I tried to get away until another lad stepped in. He was tall, about my age, with black hair and dark brown eyes, and rather attractive. He helped me out of the scuffle without so much as punching one of the other lads. He drove me home and when we were on an open country road he said, “I told you I’d find you again Alex.”, he didn’t say anything after that.

A few days later, I had done some research on guardian angels and found the most startling thing. Many websites said that a guardian angel is ordered to assist someone in trouble in any way needed, and they would appear as the one thing that is missing in someone’s life. I have, or had, relatives, quite a few to be honest,but my aunt Jessica told me that a for a girl like me, the only thing that will ever be missing in my life is Mr. Right. I’m getting a bit freaked really, is this guy safe? Is he my guardian angel?

Sent in by Alex, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com