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Haunted
by a Presence
by Kay-Jay
I am 15, and live in England. Though I am a triplet by birth (two girls and one boy), my brother Aleksey died about a month after we were born from a heart defect that was not detected at birth. He was buried with a silver cross around his neck (this will come up later). Our father followed him into Heaven shortly after, as the result of a car crash in which he threw himself over my sister and I to save us from being hurt. My sister and I were adopted when we were three to a completely new family, who we didn’t know and we did not have any contact with our birth mother for many years.
As we grew up, our adoptive parents noticed many strange things about us. We used to talk to someone who wasn’t there, and when we were asked who we were talking to, we’d say Aleksey. Our adoptive parents had no idea who Aleksey was and shrugged it off as imaginary friends. Photos were developed with a strange light coming from behind us both, and once, a face was in a mirror behind us.
As we grew older, more strange things began to happen. My sister and I have never got along well with our eldest adoptive sister. One time she was teasing us and we were extremely upset, and as she walked away, something pulled on her hair. She’s quite a tall woman, and my sister and I were only six at the time, so we couldn’t have reached her hair, which was about shoulder-length. Another time, our mother was telling us off and she stopped suddenly and left the room in a hurry. When we asked why years later, she said that she had suddenly felt very cold and heard a boy’s voice saying, "Leave them alone!" At the time, we only had one brother, as our youngest sibling had yet to be born, and our brother was about 17, and his voice had all ready broken. My mother said the voice sounded very young, and my sister and I were 9 at the time.
When my sister and I hit our teens, this presence seemed to leave us until we were 13. We have a half-sister and brother, on our father’s side, who are both 7 years older then us; they both lived in America, while my sister and I live in England. I woke up one morning in June 2004, feeling extremely ill, and I couldn’t sleep the next night as I still felt awful. My sister contacted me about 8 in the evening that day and she sounded very tearful on the other end of the phone. “Anatoily died yesterday,” she managed to get out before she dropped the phone, in tears. Our brother had been killed in a car accident. At the same time, my illness disappeared and I felt relief at last.
The next day, my parents took a few pictures of us at a family reunion and, when they were developed, a pair of men could be seen standing to the left of us, who were not present at the reunion. I recognize one as my brother Anatoily, and I assume the other must be Aleksey.
Early 2005, I went through a rough patch with a relationship and was eventually diagnosed as being manic depressive, and I was put on medication. I dreamt of my brother one night and woke up suddenly to see a figure sitting on the edge of my bed. It was only a silhouette, but I could see the hair line (my brother Anatoily had very straight hair, but in the dreams in which I had seen Aleksey, his hair was curly and blond). The figure whispered, "Malenkaya" ("little one" in Russian, my birth language), and I fell back to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, I felt something was not right in the room, and when I felt under my pillow, I pulled out a silver cross on a chain. I have been wearing it ever since and I believe it to be Aleksey’s.
Since then, I’ve been seeing my brothers all over the place. I fell down the stairs at school a few months ago, and several of my friends recall seeing a figure in a shroud of white come through the wall at me and slow my fall. Aleksey often appears wearing a white shirt of sorts, which leads me to think he’s an angel in Heaven. My girlfriend at the time also remembers me screaming, "ALEKSEY!" before I hit the floor, though I don’t remember saying that myself. I often see my father and brothers. They are my guardian angels, and when my sister gave birth to her children last January (she’s a teen mother), she heard three voices going, "You’re doing fine, keep pushing. The babies are safe, trust us." My two sisters and I believe the men of our family are always looking out for us and always will. We are safe with them.
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