Back in my junior high days I loved school like it wouldn't be there the next day. Needless to say I never wanted to be sick, blow off a day or go on vacation. (Yes I was a geek but one of the cool ones.) So one bright, shining April day I woke up with the flu. I was heartbroken that I had to stay home from school. The entire day went without disturbance and went quite well, save for the constant retching I was doing.
My mother decided that I needed to put a meatloaf in the oven for her. When I did, I kept seeing this figure coming up the stairs at me. I got really scared and ran to the couch into the living room and hid under the covers until I fell asleep. Since I had the flu, as most of you know a fever usually breaks out, so I must have got hot and kicked the covers off. When I did though I woke up a little (you know that state of 'I'm conscious but I'm still a bit a sleep state?' Yeah, that's what I was in). Well in the place I live it's cold up until like the end of May, so it was a bit chilly in the house. All of a sudden it felt like someone had come over and sat on my feet and proceeded to put my blanket back up on me and rub me as if to keep me warm. Now I swear to you I was home alone.
I woke all the way then and just laid there waiting for my mom to get home. I was creeped out but the next day I felt better and could go to school. I don't know who the spirit was but I thank them everyday for making me feel better.
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