So I have done some spooky true stories in the past where I explained some scary things that have happened to my family and I. Now I wanted to do another one because of the amount of scary dreams I've had in the past little while and some other things, as well as one heartwarming thing.
I think we'll start with scary and move to heartwarming to sort of put that in our minds last.
So between all the dreams I've had in this apartment, there's been some odd things to happen, but we'll start with the dreams.

There was one where I was at my grandparents house, and talking to my Pawpaw in the living room, while my mom, sister, and Mawmaw were in the kitchen, seeming to be talking about something private and yet I could hear them even though they were being quiet. I don't know what that was about but anyway, they eventually came to sit in the living room with us and note I was sitting on the floor and everyone else was in a recliner or on the sofa. Then my eyes seem to drift as we continue talking to the hallway door, where the hallway and living room connect. And then all I see are these zombie-esque people that seemed to be dressed in like 1910, 1920s clothing, and it was a family of four. One man, one woman, and two little girls that just barely seemed to be a year apart or so based on height. And then as I start freaking out and pouting out thee people, my family doesn't see them and gets concerned why I'm seeing them and then right as they get behind my Pawpaw's chair and where he is, I wake up... I don't think I want to know how that dream ended.
And then there were the other like laser tag one with some dark reaper type monster chasing these people I didn't know, and the one where I was sitting with my daddy and we where flipping channels and when we came across an absolutely terrifying scene or commercial for some movie and I kept freaking out scared telling him to change it, he seemed to freeze for a solid few minutes while I screamed and cried, until he eventually changed it and just as he went to comfort me I woke up.
Now amongst this there are two things that stick out to me that have happened.

One, the curtains in my room one day just randomly fell off the wall, bracket and all, and it was only one half of the curtain rod that fell, alongside all the curtains. Odd but whatever, but then later that afternoon I could swear that while I was writing I heard some noise that mimicked a cliche sound a ghost would make, like it was mocking me, where that window was. I brushed it off.

Second, this was a couple nights ago. We live in an apartment complex and that means we can't have our dogs and we are dog breeders so we have three or four and they are big dogs. So we had to put them at our grandparents house. Are we seeing a running theme? So my moms vehicle has a sensor that tells you when you're too close and almost as soon as she put it in reverse, the sensor went off, and it kept going off until we were going down the road. But there was nothing that close that would have caused it to go off. The only thing that we could think of was if a bug was on the sensor and setting it off, but it was relatively cold outside and I don't think a bug would travel well in that temperature but I'm also not a science person so I'm gonna believe it was the bug I just thought it was worth including.

Now for the unconnected story about something that happened when I was little and actually made me cry when I heard it. This is the heartwarming bit.

So when I was about three or four my mother, grandmother, and myself were in my moms car and we were driving when a deer literally jumped through our windshield and shattered it so severely, that my mom was coughing up blood, my grandmother had to be med-flighted to the hospital, and yet.... I was fine. I just had some glass in my hair that we vacuumed out when my dad got me back home. Now here's the fun part and I will go ahead and warn you, that I and my family are non-denominational Christians, meaning we don't have an requirement of us like Catholics and Pentecostal people do. We simply follow God And Jesus and most of us go to church. My family do not but we are not frowned upon for that. And this will come into play.
So one day a couple weeks back my mom, sister, and I were in the car driving to somewhere and we were talking about the crash with the deer. When my mom turns to me and tells me something I never knew. She said that they all believed that it was a complete miracle I had not been hurt as I was so young it very well likely would have killed me. And I told her all I remember was being told to duck down and doing so, and then looking up quickly and seeing the underbelly of the deer. And then she says that I later told them that and I quote ," The pretty lady waved it away and told it to stay away from me," and I started freaking out a bit, cause that honestly sounds like an angel. And so I asked if I said anything else and when they asked she said I'd replied with ," Yeah the pretty lady in the long white dress told it to go away," and at the time I was way too young to understand the concept of God, and Angels so I couldn't make this up or imagine it. How would I have if I was three? And I literally started crying a lot when she told me that, because I wasn't expecting that at all. And I believe to this day that an angel protected me in that car, because I've been through some stuff very young and I always beloved that angels were with me through it all. Because when I was very young I had double pneumonia and I was very very sick, I was still a baby at this point, I may have been just barely one. But I came out of the experience unscathed. And then my mother and sister and I got in a car wreck where we were all virtually unharmed, we were t-boned and my mom was still able to get out of the car and get us out because of the airbag dust, and then my dad was put in the hospital for an aortic aneurysm and nearly died. And I remember that a woman who worked in the hospital held up these two little stuffed toys for me and asked me which one I wanted, and I remember it was a little penguin and a green bear with a four leaf clover stitching. I picked the bear and I still have that bear in my closet to this day. Anyway, and then this car wreck happened and I truly believe that the angels blessed me throughout the entirety of my childhood. And shortly there after my parents began to fight pretty often, and while they are still together I have always wondered how much it would take, and I can tell you now it won't take much. For them to split. I have a very dysfunctional family but they are not married, and I'm 13 years old, my sister is twenty and they have known each other since she was three, do that is 17 years that they've known each other, I think they've been together for 15 Of that, and yes they are still not married even though it feels like it. And through all the fighting I remember feeling like my guardian angel was hugging me and comforting me as I cried and screamed for them to stop. So yeah... in a way this turned out heartwarming. Yeah

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