A few years ago, a friend of mine was on her way back from
work. She crossed on a main road at the pedestrian crossing
of course as it was peak hour. She saw a young man with
short brown ruffled hair, tall and dark, crossing a little further
up. He made a run for it but got hit. She ran to get help and
called for an ambulance. He died. But before he had, he'd
said, "Thankyou, I will repay you..." and he closed his eyes
and his heart just stopped. My friend started crying, as if he'd
been a close friend of hers. The ambulance took him away
and for a few short months he was forgotten.
Since that time of the accident her parents had decided they
were gonig 2 move house. Now this was during the summer
of the Christmas bushfires. Her family were all watching the
news of the bushfires while she was in the bathroom. She
was washing her hands and then suddenly she heard a three
knocks on the bathroom door. She called out "I'm in here."
and the knocking stopped. She walked out into the hall and
into the living room at the back of the house. She'd asked if
anyone had knocked on the door and no one had. She was
sure that they were playing tricks on her but whenever she
returned to the front of the house where the bathroom was,
she'd feel a coldness come over the place. She ignored this,
one too many times.
A few days gone by and nothing had happened. Once again
she returned home from work and this time had forgotten her
keys. She decided that she'd go in through the back door
which was easily broken into, as they'd been robbed a
number of times. She made her way down the side of the
house and all around the back of the house was the kitchen,
living room and dining room. The kitchen had windows all
around it so you could see right in and right out. She looked
in through the window to find a young man at her sink
washing his hands, turning around and disappearing. She
was so shocked to find this that she just ran back to the
verandah, sat on the ground and closed her eyes until
someone else came home.
For the next few days she was feeling really down and kept
waking up at night crying for someone. She wasn't herself.
During the middle of the day this girl's mother had come
home after shopping and coming out of the garage to go in
through the back she saw the very same man, walking down
the back path and just turning into mist and rising up into the
air. She dropped the groceries and ran into the house and
just hid.
The moving house plans were back in action and the family
couldn't be happier. Hearing the stories of what has been
happening frightened them all and the sooner they got out the
better.
The bushfires still raging, her parents went up to the new
house in mulgoa to finish painting the house. They were
cleaning the garage just before their some what predictable
fate.
My girlfriend, sitting on her lounge petting her rabbit, was told
something very strange. She tried to get up and when she
attempted to she was slammed back down again by what felt
like very strong hands. Something said to her, "Don't move
stay where you are." She was so overwhelmed by this that
she screamed and the feeling of being held down faded
away. An hour later the police came to her door saying that
her parents had gone to hospital for smoke inhalation. Her
parents had almost been killed in the bush fires.
A month later they were all settled into their new home. She
had a dream of the man that got hit by a car. All that he said
to her was, "I told you I would repay you. Your parents are
alive. Thank you for trying to save me, but it was just my
time. I am your guardian."
She woke up the next morning very calm and content. She
understood now that it was the man she'd tried to rescue that
had been warning her, who'd been in her house, who'd said
that he'd repay her for her troubles. And he did. He saved her
parents. He saved her life, for the past, present and future.
He was her guardian angel.
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