A Reassuring Hand

When I lived in Arkansas I moved into a two bedroom house with my husband and three children. From the start I had a funny feeling about the house. I would hear footsteps in the middle of the night on the wood floors. At times I would see something out of the corner of my eye, but could never make out exactly what it was.

One day, while I was outside with my children, I turned and looked into the big picture window at the front of the house and saw a man standing in my living room. Needless to say, I rushed into the house and no one was there. The back door was locked, as well as the windows, I searched every room and found nothing. I was seriously creeped out but, oddly, I was not afraid.

Shortly after seeing the man in my living room I began going through a rough patch in my life. I was battling depression and an abusive husband. One night after a serious fight with him I was standing in the kitchen crying wondering if I could take much more when suddenly I felt a soft touch on my back. I thought it was my husband trying to apologize. When I turned around there was no one there. I just knew it was the man I had seen in the window. I named him Victor, because it seemed to fit. Whenever I was going through a rough patch or worrying over something I would receive a soft touch on my back.
It was Victor was reassuring me that things would be okay.