Oh I definetely believe in the supernatural, I've had too many things happen in my life not to. I've had dreams that people I know were going to die, and as bad as it sounds, they always do. One time I dreamt that the lady across the street from me died. She was a young woman and pretty healthy so my family couldn't understand why I would dream this. Sure enough, 4 months later, she was in a bad car accident and unfortunately passed away. I really hate when this happens too, because it's pretty sad knowing who you know will pass away. I also believe in Guardian angels as well and I do believe that I have one watching over me. When I was in my early twenties, my sister had her own apartment and I would go and stay with her from time to time. One night, she went out with some friends and I was there alone in the apartment. I had planned on spending the night there, but for some unknown reason that I can't explain, I just didn't feel like I wanted to be there that night. I never felt like this before so I couldn't explain it to even myself, I just knew somehow that I did not want to stay there and wanted to go home. So, I called a cab and went home. Well around 1am my sister calls up and tells me that her apartment had been broken into! All I could think of was that I probably would have been fast asleep and God knows what could have happened if I had been in that place when these thieves got in. Another strange thing that happens concerns my grandmother who passed away some years ago. She always used Ben-gay and everytime I visited her, the whole house would smell of it. Every so often, when Im in my mom's house, all of a sudden the place will smell of Ben-gay, and then something always falls off the wall, a picture, the clock, a glass on the shelf, its so strange, but my mom always says, "thats your grandmother again!" One night my mom and I were driving home in an awful rain storm and suddenly we smelled the Ben-gay in the car. As we were exiting the parkway, my car suddenly skitted off the road and we stopped! Thankfully, there were no other cars around and I could only think that's the reason why my grandmother was visiting us again, to protect us from harm. I do agree with Birdie though, that they're are so many things to fear amongst the living. My dad always said to me, "It's not the dead you have to be afraid of, it's the living!!"
