Thank You

I lived on the third floor of an old house and one day I had purchased a computer desk. This was a very heavy thing in a box that I had to assemble later. As I was going up the stairs carrying this box, I lost my footing. I knew I would end up falling on my head with the box falling on top of me and possibly breaking my neck or something, but instead I felt a hand press against the middle of my back so that I could get my balance back. I turned around to thank the person, but there was nobody there.
depressed401 depressed401
31-35, F
2 Responses Jul 27, 2010

It was a Guardian Angel moment! That is what they are there for.

That's a good ghost story.