(Originally posted, in the old blog, on 8/26/2009)
This is where it gets a little weird. (Ok, a little more weird.) I moved into my sister’s old bedroom about a year ago. While she was moving her stuff out (which took her forever), I would walk down the hallway (the room was at the very end) to check if she’d moved anything else out yet. Nearly everytime I walked down that hallway, I felt as if someone was standing outside the bedroom door, staring at me. I didn’t necessarily feel threatened or feel any negativity from it, it was just very weird and creepy. At first I ignored it. Then, when I finally did move into the room, I would sometimes have to walk through the presence and other times I would go to open the door, and it would feel like someone was standing behind it. I had to push against something to get it open. (There’s nothing wrong with the door. It stopped doing this once I figured out what the presence was. I believe this was a way to get my attention.)
After the first few times of feeling this odd presence, I began to get a picture in my mind’s eye, of a middle aged man, with spiky blondish-brown hair, wearing a black trench coat, his eyes in shadow, and kind of a brooding expression on his face. I didn’t know what to make of this image. Was this just my imagination? Was he real? Was he the presence I was feeling? Was I going crazy?
Eventually other things started happening, Brianna showed up, and I started figuring out what was going on a little. Then, one day his name popped into my head. Allan Kendall. At first, I wasn’t sure who he was or why he was here. I figured he was just another human spirit, like Brianna. Over time, after talking to others in the paranormal field, and I realized I wasn’t crazy after all, I began trying to communicate with Allan and Brianna.
As I tried to figure out who Allan was and why he was here, I asked him if he was my spirit guide, since he always seemed to be guarding me. His reply was, “In a way.” After talking to him some more, I found out that he is not my actual spirit guide, but a human spirit stepping in as my guardian in place of my spirit guide. I still do not know why this is; he will not elaborate.
Allan is my friend, my mentor, and my guardian. He follows me wherever I go. He once even saved my life. I was in a pretty bad car wreck, and the paramedics said I should have had to be airlifted. I had no injuries, just a single bruise, and I know that he was there that day, protecting me. That’s when I really began believing that I really wasn’t crazy, and that this was all real. I still doubt myself sometimes, but I have learned to trust myself much more. Thanks to Allan.