I was a sceptic until I moved into a new house with my
parents and little brother around three years ago. It's
not the nature of my family to be that way, my dad's was
involved in an exorcism, and my mom's constantly
blathering on about how she can remember her past lives.
My brother is only six now, so he can't really say
anything about the paranormal.
It was the first night I was sleeping in the new
house, and I didn't even have my bed set up yet. I was
curled up in the middle of the floor, trying to get used
to the surroundings. I'm an odd sleeper... I can sleep
through storms, and people having fights, but small noises
like pens or pencils scratching on paper always wakes me
up. I must have finally fallen asleep, because I remember
waking up to a sound like someone opening one of the boxes
in my room that I hadn't even bothered to open before I
went to bed.
I opened my eyes to someone I had never seen before.
He was about seventeen or eighteen, wearing a white tee
shirt, and sort of baggy dark blue jeans with a red
bandanna tied around his left arm. His hair was dark, and
his eyes the color of emeralds. If I hadn't woken up to
him leaning over and studying me intently, I probably
would have been attracted to him. However, I had just
waken in a strange place with a strange person in the same
room as me. Panic clawed up my thoat, and I opened my
mouth to scream, it stubbornly wouldn't let one sound out.
He smiled slightly, like the jerk was amused that he had
scared the crap out of me! He raised one of his hands
silently in greeting, he gave a little wave, and faded
I think that that scared me more than anything. I
couldn't think of any way to explain it. This was only the
I convinced myself that I had been dreaming. What
other way was there to explain that?! I had to have been
having some extremely bizarre dream. I tried to forget the
experience, but it lurked in the back of my mind.
A couple weeks later I woke to a slight pressure on
the side of my bed, I wasn't bothered, thinking it was my
dog deciding to sleep in my bed. Then I remembered that I
had shut my bedroom door before I had gotten into bed, and
there was no way the dog could have jumped onto my bed. My
eyes flew open, and there he was, sitting on the side of
my bed. This time I didn't panic as much as I did the
first time I had seen him. Involuntarily my hand rose in
the air, and my fingers wiggled, which is about as close
as I ever get to really waving.
He smiled hugely at me and waved the exact same way he
had the first time, then vanished into thin air. I decided
that I had to figure out what was going on. I knew no one
could have died in our house, because the people we bought
it from were the original owners.
I did the only thing I thought might help in my search. I
went to the library and started checking the newspapers.
It was pretty easy, you know, one of the computers that
has all the newspapers going back a ways on file. It took
a while, and I had gotten all the way to papers from the
1940s. I was about ready to give up when a picture caught
my eye... It was the guy standing with a younger girl and
The headline was what shocked me. "Boy Dies in Hunting
Accident." His name was Isaac Jacobs, the girl and boy in
the picture were his younger siblings. Apparently what
had happened was Isaac had been out hunting with his
father, someone thought they had shot a deer, but Isaac
had been shot by mistake.
Tears streamed down my face as I read the entire
article. He had forgotten his red jacket, and had tied a
red bandanna around his arm. The man that had killed Isaac
had shot and wounded a deer, and only glimpsed a flash of
red, and assumed it was the deer's blood.
What also shocked me was that the accident had
happened in roughly in the same area as my house. Only
back in the 1940s there were no houses, it was all woods
That night I woke to the slight pressure on the side
of my bed. He was sitting there, and a single tear slipped
out of his eye and rolled down his cheek. I smiled
slightly, and waved my half wave, and he smiled back
sadly, like he knew that I had found out his story. He
didn't wave this time, just faded away...
I don't know why Isaac picked me, I just know he did.
Maybe he missed his younger sister, and I happened to be
there. At the time, I was about the same age as his sister
had been when he died. Every few weeks, I'll wake up to
him being there, but it doesn't startle me anymore. Like I
said, I don't know why Isaac picked me, I just know he
did... and now I kind of think of him as my guardian angel.