Ghost Under the Desk

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: my father's home
Source: Form Submission

My father and I lived in a two-bedroom trailer when all of this occured. His bedroom was at one end of the trailer, and mine was at the other end. We had just bought it, and were still in the process of moving in. I must have been about 5 or 6 years old at the time.

One night, after we had gone to bed, I awoke with a start. I'm not real sure why I woke up because I don't recall hearing any noise, but I woke up nonetheless.

Now you have to know how my bedroom was in order to understand. It was a small room where the bed could only be put in the middle. At the foot of my bed, was a two-door closet, almost a walk-in, in fact. To the left was my bathroom, only a toilet and sink really, and the bedroom door. To the right was a row of dresser draws. In the corner near the closet and dresser draws was a desk. It had a space underneath it large enough for a child, such as myself, to hide in.

All of a sudden, I saw a completely black figure come out from under that desk, as if it were a geenie of some kind coming out of a bottle. I remember the fear and anticipation that I felt seeing this thing come towards me. I think I screamed as it came to the left side of my bed. I mean, I must have screamed because my dad came into my room soon after. I think I recall this thing trying to pull me from my bed, but I can't be sure about that.

Anyways, after my dad came running in the room, I threw the covers over my head, and never looked out from under them. I could feel my dad as he sat down on the bed next to me. I looked out from under the covers, and saw him sitting there. He patted my stomach, and everything seemed to be alright. I felt him get up from the bed, and walk out of my room towards his own. With my head still under the covers, I could feel someone sit down next to me again, and start to pat my stomach again. I thought that maybe I hadn't really heard him leave, and that he decided to stay a little longer. When I looked out from under the covers to make sure that it was my dad, I found out that it wasn't my dad! There was noone there at all! But the patting of my stomach continued.

Years later, when my mother and I were reunited (that's a long story, so don't ask), I starting telling her about this incident. She let me finish the story before she told me what she told me. She said that she would sometimes wake in the middle of the night patting her pillow as if she were trying to make someone feel better about something. You see my mother and I were separated when I was just a baby by no fault of our own. Is it possible to have a guardian angel that is still alive?

Believe this story if you want, or if you choose not to believe it that is your choice. But believe ME! This did happen.