Back in 2007 when I was 23 I moved in with this man that that I had known since I was a teenager. He had a sister that had recently died under some pretty tragic circumstances. He was very close to her and had a shrine of sorts dedicated to her. It was a large book case with lit candles, pictures of her, poems she had written, a flask she always drank out of, and a large glass cross. Every morning he would ask me to come and take a shot of tequila with him in front of this shrine in honor of Lucy (his sister). We would do that and then play her favorite song on the stereo. He told me that even though I never met his sister, as long as I was in his house- she would protect me and nothing bad would happen to me. I thought that was very nice but didn't really believe that was possible or true.
One night while my friend was at work and I was doing the dishes my phone rang. It was an ex-boyfriend of mine (who is a very violent man) that was trying to get back in my life. He was also an acquaintance of the guy I was living with and had been to the house many times before I lived there. He said that he was in the neighborhood and he wanted to see me. I said I didn't want to let anyone in the house while my friend wasn't there and to wait until he came home from work at about 7 in the morning (very stupid- now he knew how long I would be alone). I locked all of the doors. I went towards my roommate's door to go lock his bedroom windows, but just as I reached for the doorknob- it turned! My ex boyfriend came out of the room! He had crawled in from an open window. He chased me into the living room and pushed me onto the couch (which was right by the shrine of my roommate's sister. He pulled out a hunting knife and told me to pull down my pants. I started to cry and begged him not to do this. He told me to shut up and not to piss him off.
As he was on top of me I was staring at the bookcase with Lucy's shrine and all of the sudden the bookcase started shaking violently (and no- it was not an earthquake) as if it was going to fall over and then all of the candles blew out! Then the glass cross flew (not fell!) off of the top shelf and hit him on the back. He turned around and looked at the shrine and then the stereo came on and was blasting. He got up and ran out of the house and hasn't bothered me since.
I couldn't believe it! I know Lucy saved my life that night. Shortly after that, I moved back in with my parents. The graveyard where Lucy is buried is down the street from where I live now. I visit every so often to say, "hi."...and, "Thank you!"