By Natasha Chamberlin
When I was fifteen I was laying in bed a sleep when I was a woken by the feeling of being watched. I glanced up towards the window and my heart stopped as in front of me was a slim man whose face looked very familiar.
He smiled at me and placed his hand on the window pane, as though he wanted to come in. I woke up my mother and asked her if she too could see the man standing in the window.
She said no and told me to go back to sleep as I was probably dreaming. About ten minutes later I had the same feeling of being watched, I opened my eyes and that same man was kneeling down beside me.
He had his arms crossed leaning on the bed and his head rested on his arms, he was watching me sleep. When I look at him he smiled down kindly at me and just watched me.
I sat up with a jerk and screamed out loud waking my mother for the second time that night.
I told her what had happened and she said she was taking me to another councilor; this would be the third councilor in two years. About a month later my mother and I were looking through some old photographs which were stored away and I came across a photo of a young man in his early twenties.
I recognized him straight away as being the man who had visited me that night. I asked my mother who the man in the picture was and she said it was my father when he was in his twenties.
She was in disbelief when I told that he was my mysterious night time visitor and said that I must have seen the picture before and just remembered it. I knew that I had never seen that picture before. That it was my father visiting me to say he was okay and keeping well.
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