I unwillingly posted my story on here a few weeks ago and was suprised with all the feedback I got from you all. For anyone who hasn't read it you may need to to understand this story.
I mentioned Millie, my 9 year old daughter, a couple of times in the post 'Demonic Haunting' and many of you mentioned that she may have some sort of guardian angel and that I needed to talk with her about her experiences and maybe try to discuss with her what was happening with me.
Since being born I was always aware of some kind of 'sixth sense' she had and me being a big skeptic never took the time to talk with her about it and just brushed it off as her imagination. Her mum would openly talk about stuff with her and things she had seen and I would just kind of shut it out when ever she mentioned things to me. She is a very happy child and is always smiling, although I have other children none of them can light up a room like Millie.
From being a baby her eyes would always wonder away from you and they would always seem to follow something else, she would laugh and smile at thin air and as soon as she learned to crawl she would follow something around the house talking and giggling to herself. When she was 3 I went to Amsterdam with my best friend and Millie's God Father, Karl. I'd known him since being young and we classed ourselves as family, we did everything together. 5 days into the trip we were both involved in a car crash on the motorway late at night. Our hire car flipped around 3 times in the air landed upside down and skidded along the road before smashing into the central barrier. It happened so fast that by the time I'd crawled out from the wreckage and ran around the other side Karl was dead. The next day I was back in the UK and his funeral followed 11 days after.
Everyone he had ever known turned up outside his house and waited for the funeral cars to arrive, my then girlfriend (Millie's mum) was stood holding Millie in her arms, Millie wasn't coming to the funeral but I wanted her to be there for when the cars came as a sign of respect for her God Father. As they turned the corner everyone stood around the house watching, Millie held her arms out to me so I took her and gave her a cuddle. Her face was smiling as the cars came into view and she waved excitedly at them, looked at me and said, 'Waving at Karl.' She had a huge grin on her face. We never explained to her about Karl dying but she somehow knew he was in that funeral car. Shortly after and still grieving I went off the rails and was arrested for armed robbery and possession of a fire arm; I was sentenced to 3 years in jail but served a total of 17 months before I was released.
From the age of 5 was when Millie started to realize she was seeing things other people couldn't, she'd ask us who those nice people were stood in the room or stood in the garden looking through the window. We'd tell her no one was there and she would be certain someone was. She'd have conversations in her bedroom or in the back of the car when we were out. She woke us up a few times in the middle of the night to get in our bed as she couldn't sleep because they were talking to loud "They"?
At the age of 7 we noticed Millie was becoming really ill. She stopped eating properly and spent a lot of time off school complaining she felt tired and sick. She lost a lot of weight and suddenly became very weak. We noticed she had bruises on her body and her eyes sunk so far back that she looked almost dead. I stayed off work to be with her and a few days after she was admitted to hospital for blood tests where the doctors told us she had Leukemia. I was mortified; I spent every minute of every day at the hospital with her while she underwent treatment to make her better. Unfortunately she got a lot worse before she got better. There was one point where she spent a week in intensive care hooked up to loads of machines, the doctors told us things weren't looking good. The whole family spent a lot of time with her, only being allowed in 3 at a time. I was always in that 3 and I just lay at the side of her stroking her face and telling her how much I loved her. I felt I had to stay strong for her and the family, especially my girlfriend as she wasn't coping well at all. I knew if I crumbled then she would expect the worse to happen. So I kept a brave face on 24/7 telling her our daughter was going to be ok and pull through.
A week after she was back on the ward, 2 weeks after that she was responding well to her treatment and had enough energy to take a walk around the hospital. 6 weeks later she was well enough to come home, although she was still having treatment the doctors were amazed she'd bounced back so strongly. I stayed off work the whole time and spoiled her rotten, thankfully for every second I had with her. One night we were talking about her time in hospital and she openly told us the reason she was ok was because, 'Karl told me to keep fighting for my daddy.' Is it possible her God Father was looking out for her? I've mentioned this to her since and she still remembers seeing his face and him saying this to her.
My last story mentions I was in hospital myself recovering from an operation on my legs when I saw a dark figure with red eyes stood on the bed opposite, when Millie visited me that afternoon she wanted to leave the hospital and looked really worried about being there. I don't know if she sensed what I had seen? But with all the strange things that are going on with me at the minute, only Millie seems to ease that strange feeling that something evil is surrounding me. I suddenly feel happier when she is around.
And for those of you who commented on my last story, yes I have spoken with Millie about what she see's and hears. She tells me to keep it a secret from anyone what she tells me which I will as I'm not worried about anything she's already told me, but now I do actually believe something is protecting her as well as me. I just hope I can be helped or at least all the things I've seen and heard could stop.