I grew up in England and was raised in an old farm house which was haunted. We actually got used to the usual activities of doors opening, lights going on and off and objects moving. I often saw orbs of light pulsating on my wall, either one or sometimes two. I used to repeat the Lord's prayer over and over at bedtime praying that I would fall asleep quickly before I heard or saw anything strange.
One night around the age of 17, my door shut, I felt the side of the bed lower as if someone had sat on it. I actually held onto the side of my bed so I wouldn't roll backwards. I then felt someone place a hand on my back. I screamed and ran into my parents bedroom and had great difficulty in getting my words out. They reassured me that I would be alright, and told me to join my sister in her bed. My sister was fast asleep still.
With my eyes shut but still wide awake, I was on my back in bed. I was trying to get my heart slowed down and my breathing regular. I first became aware of the sound of singing much like a choir in a church coming from far away. I listened to it and thought how beautiful it sounded, unlike anything I had heard before and my mind was trying to figure out who was playing it in the middle of the night. Then I realized it was coming closer and closer and also the light in the room was getting brighter. I still had my eyes closed but had to open them when the singing got so loud and the bright white light was too strong not to open them. I still imagined that my mum had come in and turned on the light. I opened my eyes and sat up and there at the bottom of the bed was an angel, but surrounded by others. The white light was so bright but still I could see her. The light seemed to fill the room and block out the normal furniture and walls that should have been there. Light poured out from her face especially her eyes and I couldn't make out any features. Her arms were outstretched beside her, over her head was a beautiful blue scarf, or fabric which fell down her body. The dress or gown was full of sparkling colours of all types, that looked like that shiny foil wrapping paper you can buy. It seemed as if the colours were alive and moving. I know she spoke to me, not with words but in my head.
I was thumping my sister with my fist trying to get her to wake up and see them. I know she told me not to do that. In the morning my sister had bruises all over her stomach. I wish I could remember all she said to me, but I can't. I pray that they will visit again. I know they gave me comfort and I am so thankful. I do not fear death and believe in an after life, reincarnation and I have a strong faith in God. They were sent by the Lord 37 years ago and it is still very real in my mind.