This story was pretty recent and happened on the 18th of December, 2010. My friend, Grace, and I were walking to my house after being out for the day. It was around 10 at night and we decided to take a shortcut through the abandoned railway. It took at least 10 minutes off our journey, so we set off toward it.
The old tracks had large cliffs on either side that were starting to fall down. As we reached halfway down the tracks, my friend froze in horror. I followed her line of sight and ahead of us was a black being hovering about a foot off the ground. It started to shimmer before turning into a young man, who we recognized to be my Uncle Jack. He had died a few years ago at the age of 43 from unknown circumstances.
I had been seeing him regularly these past three months, but never told anyone for fear of being ridiculed. As we stood there, he floated toward us and told us to not go any further as there would be a landslide and rocks would be falling down on top of us if we decided to move a few meters down the way.
He led us back to a safe distance when we heard a crashing sound, and as we turned round we saw large amounts of rock crash to the ground. To this day I believe that my uncle was my guardian angel sent to protect me from that landslide. I thank him daily for this.