My Experience, A Girls Own Story 2

From: Heather 
Story type: Angel
Location: in the fields, on my dad's farm. Ireland
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Sep 15 11:07:09 2007

This is my second story, my first being called "My experience, A Girls Own Story." That was a ghost story. Anyway, on with the story.

Once, about a year ago, my dad was away, and told me to count the sheep on our farm, to make sure they were OK. In the middle of the day, I walked out to the fields where the sheep were, and walked among them, counting them. Fortunatly, they were all OK, so I started walking home. Suddenly, I got a huge, overpowering feeling that something terrible had happened, or was going to happen. Learning to trust my instincts, I walked back to the field where the sheep were, to count them again. They were fine. This time, I walked home, but the feeling still didn't leave me. That afternoon, my dad returned, and I told him about the feeling I had. He listened, and told me to wait and see.

The next day, my dad went out to count the sheep, and came home with the news that one sheep had been killed by a fox during the night. I went out with him, and saw the scattered, bloody remains of the sheep. I reminded him of the feeling I had, and he and I both concluded that I had felt the presence of Death, or the Angel of Death, or whatever you want to call it. I will never forget that feeling; it was terrible.

Thank you.