Horror Stories With 9 Angels

Encounter

Jessica

  I was 21 years old, and my family had just moved back in with my parents to help us get back on our feet. My husband was between jobs, and not looking very hard, truth to tell.

  My parent's home was a bungalow that had been expanded onto by building a half storey upstairs (this means the roof lines are kept low, and most of the rooms have sloping ceilings). 

  One night, around this same time of year, I woke up at 4 a.m. very thirsty. I tried to ignore it for awhile and get back to sleep, but I was REALLY dry. I could have gotten a drink of water from the bathroom upstairs, but I decided I wanted juice instead. Which was only available from the main floor kitchen.

  So I crawled over my husband, and downstairs in the dark. (Walking around in the dark is something I have always done since I was 16 years old because I used to be terrified of the dark when I was young. I do this to beat the terror.) When I pushed through the door at the bottom of the stairs, I noticed my father sitting in the armchair directly across from the stairs, staring towards the street.

  Now, the main floor of the house is never dark at night, because of the streetlamp just 20 feet in front of the house, and the large front windows (4 X 7 ft). The armchair was sitting in the beam of light coming through that window.

  From the time I started coming through that door, my father's head started turning towards me. I noticed that he was wearing beige coloured pajamas, and a robe that I didn't remember ever seeing before. And he had on leather half slippers of a type that I hadn't seen him wear since I was a child. I was just about to ask him what he was doing up at that time of the morning, when I noticed that the person COULDN'T be my father, because he had too much hair! My father was bald on top with the standard thin comb-over, and THIS man had a full head of white hair!

  As soon as I realized that it was not my father, just as his eyes made contact with mine, he VANISHED. 

  I stood there stunned for what was probably a half minute. Then I decided that I wasn't thirtsty anymore. I put the light on to keep me company as I went back upstairs. And I was very glad to crawl into bed beside my wife. 

  The next morning I mentioned the encounter to my Mom. She said that the description of the man sounded very much like my father's father. But he had disappeared from my Dad's family's lives when my father was just 16 years old. 

  I found out from further research that he moved to Alberta and started another family there. There are no published death records for him though, so I have no way of knowing whether he died on or around October of 1978