Last year my nana passed away in her sleep. Knowing my nana is now in a safe place gives me some kind of comfort, knowing she is always there watching me and protecting me is another. I think she's my guardian angel...
When my nana passed, we moved closer to my granddad as we lived so far away. In the new house strange things happened like voices, breezes and banging's, most not worth mentioning compared to what I like to call my "near death experience."
My bathroom was fairly big. Big enough for a teenage girl anyway. In the shower there was rather large mirror. We didn't know why someone would want a mirror in their bath tub so we had intentions to remove it. After a week in the house, I still wasn't used to the creepy bathroom. I don't know whether it was the dusty airing cupboard or the (what seemed to me) un-safe mirror. I hated going in there.
What I remember about the night it happened was my parents were at my granddads and I was home alone. In the bath room. In the shower. After about five minutes the bathroom door opened and in wafted a familiar smell. My nana's perfume. I peeked around the shower curtain, no-one was there. Before I carry on I will say that the window was open but the bathroom door opens inwards and it possibly couldn't have been a breeze as it soon shut. Well after I matched the smell to the name the hand towel rail above the toilet smashed and the airing cupboard door was repeatedly opened and slammed shut. This was too much for me. I stepped out the shower and wrapped my-self in the towel, behind me there was huge smash.
The mirror on the wall had fell and smashed in the tub leaving chips all over it. I couldn't move, paralyzed by shock at how close I could have been to death. Looking at the long shards of glass I know if I had stayed in the shower any longer than I did, I would be seriously injured or maybe not even around to tell the story. Anyway, after calling my parents, I was took to the hospital as there was little fragments of glass in my legs, ones so small that only the doctor could remove.
When ever I think about that night I can't help but think that was my nana, when I smelt her perfume I felt like the little kid again. The little kid that would sit on my nana's knee and breathe in her perfume. I'm so sure it was her. Some people reading this might think that it may have been an evil spirit that wanted us out the house, a part of me believes it could have been, however the other part of me still believes that there was a possibility my nana was watching over me and protecting me.
Call me stupid, immature or unaware, but I know what happened that night, and I have my reasons to think it was nana.
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