THis happened in the summer of 2006. It was during the day, I would say at least around 15:35. The sun came out and there was a lot of movement and children outside. My younger brother had several friends to play. My mother was busy talking to some neighbors, and my dad helped plumber in the bathroom because we who repair her. My older brother was with a girl on that day and I would say it was Friday, I don't know why, but I have the impression that it was.
Everything seemed normal, I was on the bed, I sorted all the photos that were under my bed, and my mother told me to immaculate them. My younger brother was constantly coming to get some toys from the toy box at the end of my bed, and I was a bit irritated because I and my mother had a little fight that day and I didn't feel like anyone.
My mother comes to show one of the neighbors of the novel wardrobes that we just entered, I made an enraged face and continued to organize a stack of photos or photos. My brother appeared again and I got nervous quickly. He dropped the toy load on the floor: “I don't lift them!” I shouted: “Clear it now or I won't let you in my room again.” When I seemed, I looked at my brother and just behind the room on the landing floor there was a very attractive blonde lady with a current white top, like a sweaters and a red dress right next to her knees. I didn't tell her anything, I thought she was my mother's friend, so I didn't get scared. However, she made a strange face on me, it was such a face to say “don't talk to him in this way” or “you are a very mean sister.” I made a face to say “whatever she is well”.
Then I decided to support my brother because I didn't want to make a bad impression. Everything was immaculate: “Now it's great, try not to come.” The lady disappeared. Later I went down the stairs: “Why all the neighbors at home!” I said to my mother. She cleaned the counter: “I brought my mother Alan (my brother's friend) to see the wardrobe.” I looked: “Who was the latter?” I said and did not expect that I received: “There was no one else,” she said. I did not get scared, but I repeated many times that it was so, and soon my mother was annoyed and said: “Finally scared of your brother, stop this nonsense!”
Over the next few days, my mother talked to me and told me to tell her story when my younger brother was not nearby, she decided to bless the house again, but of course she did it only to feel better, and every time I raise history, she laughs, just like my older brother. My dad suggested a bit of laughter: “If it was a ghost, it was a guardian angel of your brother. After all, she was not impressed by the mean comments that you gave your poor younger brother.”
I have never seen her again, but I often feel that I am watched, especially around David, my brother.
