I was laying in bed one night when I was 7 (which seemed to be the peek of when I experienced paranormal phenomena) tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep. I rolled onto my stomach, covers half off my little body.
Just as I was beginning to doze off, I felt someone sitting on the end of my bed and heard it creaking. I assumed it was (again) my Mother coming to check on me like she frequently did.
I called out to her, but she never answered. I felt the pressure of what I assume to be a hand on my back. Then I could feel her leaning down next to my face. The soft voice was not that of my mother's.
"Are you ready?" She said. It as female, no doubt, but NOT Mom at all.
In fear I wretched the covers over my head, too afraid to move anymore and drifted off to sleep sometime later.
I asked my mother if it was her who had come into my room and said that, but she said no, then asked me what it said. I told her it asked me if I was ready. Ready for what we didn't know.
Sure enough the following Sunday... My Grandfather (who I was very close to) died in his sleep in his favorite arm chair. I never even got to say goodbye.
I guess my guardian angel was just trying to prepare and warn me.