My
brother''s name is Jay. He died when he was 14 years old. He died of bone cancer. I have seen and heard his spirit many
times. When I was about 2 years old, I heard a voice say "Watch Out" in a spooky voice. The next second, I was flying through the air. I got hit by a car. There was no one around to say "Watch out" so it couldn''t have been my dad or a neighbor. Another time was when a rock was flying towards the back of my head. Before it could hit me, something pushed me down and it missed. No one was behind me when I looked. I noticed something really weird. Whenever I am about to get hurt, I hear the same teenaged voice. When I turned 9 years old I figured it out. My
brother''s ghost was out there to
protect me. I am very grateful and very scared. I am grateful because the brother that I never knew is kind of like my guardian angel. I am scared because I am dealing with a ghost. Every now and then I hear voices but I am not afraid. This is because I have a wonderful brother. Even as a ghost he will do anything to protect me. For that, I am grateful. I love my brother Jay and nothing can ever change that. When I grow old and die, I hope to be in heaven peacefully with my brother and my family.