My Guardian...

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I just wanted to share an experience my mother had that just reinsures my belief in ghosts and spirits... :-) When I was 12 we made the discovery that my great grandfather (whom past when my mother was young, so I never met him) was my guardian. He reassured my mother of this one night... I had gone to my dad's on what was seemingly short notice, but wasn't a big deal to my mother. Later that night, somewhere probably around 9 or 10 p.m. [This is our guess because at the time that was when I was to be home. Unfortunately my mother no longer positively recalls the time.] My mother laid down in bed, wishing to be up early to run errands. As she tried to sleep, she started to hear what sounded like footsteps in our kitchen, not allowing her imagination to get the best of her she passed it off to be the cat. Soon the footsteps were louder and she could hear the turning of door knobs... the front door, the door leading into our garage... but none remained open long. She waited to hear someone rummaging through things or some sort of burglary type noise-- it never came. The footsteps moved closer, through the living room back into the kitchen and from the kitchen into the hall of the bedrooms. My bedroom door knob turned and the door seemed to open and shut. The footsteps then returned to the living room and it's door opened again. Soon my mother caught on... Loudly she shouted, "SHE'S AT HER DAD'S!" The house fell silent. All he needed was to know I was safe. :-)