Imagination?

From: terri collette (terricourville26@msn.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: my Louisiana Home
Source: Form Submission

In my home one night, we were about to go to sleep and we had decided to stay up talking like lil gurls usually do. While we were sitting there in the dark giggleing, we both felt something reaaly cold touch our faces. When we looked, there was a shadow on my wall in the shape of a young nun. It had its head bent like she was praying. We had tried the entire night to find out if there was some sort of obect playing tricks on us. We finally found out days later that my grandmother, who had taken care of me when I was little, had been a nun before she met my grandfather. She always swore that she would take care of me. She died when I was four. I fully believe that it's her because everytime that I lie awake crying in my bed, there is always a shadow there, seeming to comfort me. And every now and then, I still feel a cold hand touch my cheek.