Hello and welcome to 15 Days of Festive Fear Day number four.

I have five stories for you today and the last story comes from January 27th 2021 and story number one comes from TIFF.

In September 2019 I was involved in a car accident. I did have some severe injuries however it could have been much worse.

Let me explain. I was driving on a country road in an insane dust storm. Visibility was shot to shit so I had to slow down.

Immediately in front of me was a car stopped in the middle of the road, no hazard lights and bang on I fucking hit it.

I was a bit dazed however I was startled by a man's voice that said to me in a stern but gentle tone.

Move now, get into the passenger seat hurry up.

I woke up in the hospital many hours later. A few broken bones and quite a few stitches but other than that I was physically okay-ish.

The last thing I could remember was that fucking voice. No clue how I'd gotten to the hospital etc.

The nurses looking after me gathered around and asked why I'd gotten into the passenger seat. Mind you I have no memory of actually doing so.

It turns out I got into the passenger seat then was hit by a truck that took out the driver's side of my car.

I feel like the voice was my grandpa but really I've no clue. I guess just my guardian angel who gave me a second shot.

That story has made me flap my arms. It has given me chills. I am feeling intense feelings about this story.

Holy moly. There is- what would the reason be for you getting into the passenger seat when you were injured?

You know what I mean? I don't think you would do that. I've never touched words thankfully. I've never been in a serious car accident so I don't know what your brain does in that space of time after something so shocking happening to you.

Oh, thank goodness for guardian angels. That is insane. That has really shaken me up.

And story number two comes from Beth.

My story took place 20 years ago when I was first married to my son's father. Actually it begins a little before that when we moved in together about a year before getting married.

We rented a house with one other friend of ours. It was an exciting time for me especially. 20 years old and having my first real place outside of living with my parents.

Nothing was out of the ordinary about the house when we moved in. It was really quite nice and we felt lucky to have found it.

But within the first week of living there strange things began to occur. At first it was the little things.

One of us would set something down like a pair of keys or need to come back later and not be able to find them.

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