A few years ago, I rented an apartment in my brother’s house in Pennsylvania.  I lived on the lower level of the house. He knew I worked on Keen, and every evening he would check on me by calling out to me.  He knew that if I was on the phone, I would flick the light switch in response, or just acknowledged him by saying hello.

 

One evening, while I was sitting by my computer, working on Keen, I heard my brother’s voice.  He called out my name, and I flicked the light switch.  I thought it odd that I did not hear the footsteps going up the stairs, but I dismissed it.  A few hours later, while I was resting on the bed, I heard my brother’s voice again, but this time he was closer to my bedroom door, but I still did not hear the footsteps coming down the stairs.  This time he said, “yoohoo, Ann”, to which I responded, “what’s the matter…the door is open”.  No one entered, and again I did not hear the footsteps going back up the stairs.  I thought it was really strange, so I called my brother on his telephone.  I asked him why he was playing with me, and told him that he was calling me all evening. I asked why he decided to go back upstairs and not come in the room.  He said he was in his bed, and that he did not call me, to which I responded, “who is in your house….this is really spooky…it was your voice?”

 

Later that night, while I was resting, I heard a voice that clearly said, “get off the bed, get on your knees and pray”.  I thought to myself, I always pray but I have not been on my knees for quite some time.  I ignored the voice, and then I heard it again.  This time, I decided to get off the bed and got down and my knees.  I prayed and asked for protection for my entire family, and asked God to send a protective light around them.

 

The following morning my sister came to work out with me in the garage. When I opened the door, she asked me if I smelled gas.  I told her that I did not smell anything.  She said she was about to pass out, and told me to call the gas company.  When they arrived we did not hear them, and they were about to force the door open.  We ran to the door, and they came and told us that the odor was so strong that they thought we had passed out inside the house.  They went over to a broken stove and realized that there was gas leaking from it, and placed a red tag on it. He also told me that he was surprised that the house had not exploded since I had a candle burning so close to the kitchen. They told us that we should not use it unless it was repaired or replaced. 

 

After they left, I used the opportunity to clean behind the stove, now that it was away from the wall.  I pushed it back against the wall and waited for my brother to return home.  We went to Home Depot for the parts needed, and when we came home, he pulled the stove away from the wall.  When we looked, there was a dead bird right under the pipe where the leakage was.  It was winter, and no windows were open, infact they had plastic insulators on them.  My brother yelled out “this is the second time I have witnessed something like this around you”. I thought he had forgotten about that previous incident.  Saddened, my sister uttered, “the bird gave its life for yours”.

 

Later that night, my other brother called me.  He told me that something very strange had happened to him the night before.  He told me that someone told him to get off the bed and get on his knees and pray.  He said he also resisted, and whomever it was, insisted that he got off the bed and prayed.  He said that he got down on his knees and asked God for protection for the entire family.

 

I truly believe that whoever was calling my name ensured my safety and kept me alert all night.  This was a guardian angel sent to protect my brother and me.

 

Ann