I was living in Lombard, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago. It was January 24, 1966 and the weather was getting dangerous. What made it really bad was it was my 16th birthday and my plans with my boyfriend, Bill, had gone out the window. I tried to call him, but the lines were down.
The place I shared with my mom was an English basement apartment, so as someone walked by, all I could see was from the knee to the feet. I could see only snow that had drifted up so that there was only a slight crack of light.
Earlier that day, I had tried to get out the back and front doors, but the snow drifts kept them shut. With only another man in the building and he being at work, I was totally alone. I turned on my TV in my room to see what the weather was doing when I heard a voice say, "I'm here." I just thought it was my imagination and didn't think much more about it.
Suddenly, I heard a knocking on my bedroom window. I opened the curtains and saw my poor boyfriend kneeling down and gesturing for me to open the window. He crawled in and grabbed a blanket from the foot of my bed.
"How did you get here?" I asked, stunned at the sight of him.
"I walked," he said. "Cars are buried in the snow and I think I walked over a VW!"
I made us some hot tea to help fight off the chill that was in the room from the window being open. I told Bill about the voice I had heard. He told me he heard one too and it said, "I'm here. It'll be okay." That gave me chills, but I didn't feel afraid.
After awhile, we talked about our future together, the voice almost forgotten. Suddenly, the lights went out and we were in total darkness. Bill said he'd go get some candles and be right back. I was very jumpy by then and the voice said, "I'm here. It'll be ok."
I looked up and there was Bill with two lit candles. "Did you hear that?" I asked. Bill nodded. He was standing in the doorway looking up at the top of the window. I turned and there floating above the curtains were two pale lights close together. They floated across the curtains, down the wall to just about my height. I realized they weren't lights, they were eyes -- soft brown eyes.
I knew then who the voice belonged to. It was my daddy. Bill moved closer to me and held my hand.
Bill and I talked about that often and that got us interested in the paranormal. Someone said that the lights were car lights, Just one problem with that: the snow drifted well above the top of the window and no light came through those windows for days until they shoveled it away.
I still hear the voice of my daddy whenever there's a danger to me. Like the day I was supposed to drive to pick up my late husband 100 miles away. I heard the voice warn me, "Don't go. You're in danger..." as I pulled out of the driveway, again as I turned onto the highway, again at a stop sign, and I just brushed it off... until I went 15 miles down the road.
The voice of my daddy didn't softly speak to me, he yelled in an angry voice: "I said don't go! You're in danger!" I then listened and turned around. I called the truck stop my husband was at and told him what happened. He said, "I tried to call you and tell you not to come. The roads have gone to black ice and it's sleeting like crazy here."
In the paper the next day was a story about a five-car pile-during the freezing fog that had developed. It happened at just about the time I would have been in that area. So when you hear that voice in your head give you a warning or words of comfort, LISTEN TO IT! It just might be a loved one taking care of you.