Some people say that there are guardian angels that protect you from evil. I don't know how true that is, but my story has a little bit of both.
When I was about twelve, (two years ago), I had my first real experience. I was in my mothers room doing my homework. (Let me just take a minute to mention that this was after one of my cousins was shot and killed while hunting with his father.) I turned around to get another book out of my backpack when I looked up in the mirror, (there is a very large mirror on the wall), and saw a little boy. I remember that face to this day. I didn't really think anything of it at the time, and basically didn't really let it get to me. Then about one week later I saw him again when I was walking to the kitchen.
The subject came up again when I saw my cousin Stephanie. I asked her what our cousin looked like. (She knew him very well.) She described him as having very light blonde hair, which is what I remember most vividly. He was about my height with light blue/green eyes. I was kind of uneasy, but I just let it slide as being my imagination.
A couple weeks later I was with my friend acting like I knew everything. I sort of challenged the spirits that "might" be around me to show themselves. A couple of days later, I was walking into the living room and I felt really uneasy. Tears started coming out of my eyes as I looked over and saw this "thing" looking at me. It seemed as though it was thinking "come on, you think you're bad. Honey, you ain't seen bad." I ran to my parents room and I didn't even mention anything. Later that night I told my brother and he said that he got the chills when I mentioned it.
I don't know exactly what happened, but it scared me. I'm not bad. I wish that I had never said anything.