To be honest, I'm not sure if she's my "spirit guardian" or if that's even the real word for it. I don't know who she is at all or why she's been with me for so long. I only know she's a positive force, and I'd do almost anything for my hair to be the same auburn as hers.
I grew up in an actively haunted house. It seemed like daily there was whispering, singing, touching, foot steps, opening cabinet doors, or just about anything else you could imagine. I had a lot of friends who I'm still lucky enough to be close with as an adult, and even though they were all horrified of my house, they still like to laugh and shudder and get chill bumps while sharing ghostly memories with me.
The woman was there with me. As silly as it sounds, I'm not sure if she lived and died or if she ever lived at all. But she was one of the constant beings in the house. As a child and teenager, I would see her feet walk across a room from wall or wall or hear her lightly stepping down my hallway. Occasionally, she'd show herself to me for very, very quick instances, but as an adult that's stopped.
She's been with me everywhere I've ever lived. I know it's her when I see blue tinted lights. They look smaller than most light orbs and slowly twinkle and turn their way across a room or sometimes they'll stay in the same spot (near to me) for a very long time and I'll see the lights every few minutes.
I think the most remarkable thing she's done is wake me up. When I was younger, before I could be trusted to make it anywhere on time, she would shake my mattress until I woke up. It was inevitable: if I hit snooze too many times, it didn't matter if I was wide awake or not (and I often was). Someone, her, would place their hands right next to me on the bed and shake. One day, wide awake, I allowed her to do it for quite a while. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't imagining things. Finally, I said, "Thank you. But my appointment was canceled, and I'd like to sleep in." It didn't happen again for another hour. Sometimes it still happens. Just less often.
She even woke me the night my dog died. My dog's name was Ginger, and she was twenty years old. I'd fallen asleep in the recliner of my living room. Around 2 AM, a gust of wind (another one of her usual showcases) blew through the living room long enough to wake me up and startle me. Then, she whispered in my ear, "Shhhhhhhhh. Get up." The door to the room where my dog slept opened, and I was able to be with her during her final night.
It all sounds incredibly far fetched when I write it all down like this. It even may make some people question my sanity. Even I'm questioning it right now, but I know what I've seen and heard. Who do you guys think she is?
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