I used to get visits all the time shortly after my mum died. I'd hear her call my name, plain as day. Never saw her, though.

And my brother would stop by every so often, on a clear night, especially if I was sitting on my deck with a beer and a smoke.

Both of them, though, seem to have moved on. Which is the way it should be.

I've had feelings of presences in most places I've lived -- most of them seem benevolent. As far as guardians go, I do have "the ugly thing" (as pictured in the icon.) I suspect nothing is going to want to mess with my bad boys. ;-)