The Guardian Angel


And I am always with you.

I was there from the time you were born. I stood in the delivery room, staring down at you before you could even open your eyes to see me. Your parents, relatives and doctors couldn’t see me there, in the corner, watching you with cloudy eyes, but I was there from the time you were born.

And I followed you home.

I was with you always, your constant companion. You played with your toys alone while I stared from all angles in nearby mirrors; my matted, clotted hair with oily sweat that hung off my dented forehead like glue. I was always your constant companion, drifting behind your mother’s car on your ride to preschool. You alone in the bathroom, but I was on the other side of the door, wind whistling through the bruised hole in my throat. My arms twisted and hanging in their sockets as I stood hunched on the other side of the shower curtain. I wait and follow you. I follow and drift behind you.

I’m not seen. I’m almost not-there in light. You never saw me that morning as I sat across from you at the breakfast table, a shiny red clot hanging from an empty tooth socket as I gaped grotesquely at you. I wonder sometimes if you know I’m there. I think you are aware, but you’ll never understand just how close I am.

I spend hours of your day doing nothing more than breathing in your ear.

Breathing – gagging, really.

I crave to be close to you, to always wrap my crippled arms around your neck. I lie near you ever single night, cloudy eyes staring at your ceiling, underneath your bed, at your sleeping face in the dark.

Yes. You caught me staring occasionally. Your parents came running down to your room one night when you screamed. You were just beginning to talk, so you were only able to cry out “Man! Man in my room!” You thought you’d never forget the sight of me, with my collapsed jaw hanging to my chest, swinging back and forth. I sank back into your closet and your mother was unable to see me though you pointed and pointed and pointed. You thought you’d never forget when they left that same night. You saw the closet door crack so softly and me crawling across the floor to your bed on all fours, shambling in jerking movements as I pushed myself under your bed on disjointed limbs.

You learned a new word for me: boogeyman. Not quite the monster you thought I was. I’m just waiting and following you always, touching your face with my knotted fingers as you sleep.

You’ll see me again soon. Any day now, I’m coming, blunt and brutal. One day you’ll walk across the road and – I believe I’ll plow into you with loud roar and a screech.

You rolling on the pavement, rolling under wheels, bluntforce metal fenders and my fingers touching your face again and again.

As you stare up from the cold pavement with cloudy eyes; your matted, clotted hair hanging in your face and your jaw unhinged and swinging to your chest.

You’ll see me approaching.

No one else will see me. You will stare past them into my eyes and I’ll leer down at you. For the first time in our life, something like a smile will come over my face. You’ll swear you’re looking into a mirror as clotted red bubbles from our mouths.

I’ll lean down, past the doctors and the ogling people and pick you up in my crooked arms.

Our faces will touch. My wings will unfurl. And then you’ll have to follow me.

And I am always with you.

I am your guardian angel.

Original Author: Unknown

18 Comments on 'The Guardian Angel'

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  • Commented on May 27, 2013 at 5:11 am

    thank you. -sion-

  • Commented on June 13, 2013 at 1:07 am

    I know this is probably strange, but I found this very sweet in a twisted kind of way.

  • Commented on June 27, 2013 at 4:30 am

    I agree with Deceit. Fascinating how something can be admirable while also being creepy.

  • Commented on August 14, 2013 at 3:38 am

    He’s like your personal grim reaper, leading you to the afterlife. It’s actually rather nice to read about your guardian angel as neither good nor evil. He is a neutral character simply there to carry you beyond. Imagine if you had to go alone.

  • Commented on September 4, 2013 at 5:00 am

    Definitely makes you think about the presumption we have of our angel, great story.

  • Commented on September 17, 2013 at 1:58 pm

    I really like this story. Makes me happy in a kind of strange way. I don’t know. It feels nice to know that someone or something is watching me and cares about me, even if it’s in a twisted way. I have a theory, though. The “Guardian Angel” is really yourself when you die, and it watches over you your whole life, looking like you will when you die. You’re watching yourself, but maybe the angel doesn’t know that? Or maybe it’s a creature that forms to look like your death? I don’t know. It’s interesting to think about.

  • Commented on January 20, 2015 at 4:15 am

    Our guardian angle is Death. Now that my friend was a great concept.

  • Commented on January 20, 2015 at 1:20 pm

    a future self, waiting to become one in death… like a jealous lover or something… not sweet… unavoidable and threatening… that all our nighthaunts are just our violent deaths waiting patiently… very creepy.

  • Commented on July 11, 2015 at 11:31 pm

    This creeps me out but makes me feel safe in a strange way

  • Commented on July 19, 2015 at 10:15 pm

    I never saw anything like that. Nothing. I never had an imaginary friend, or a “monster in my closet”, just an alter ego I’ve come to call Carmen. She’s got red hair and blue eyes, and she’s always got a knife with her.

  • Commented on November 20, 2015 at 2:27 am

    I found this kind of depressing, the way the angel followed the child. It was like… waiting for his death. Almost brought tears to my eyes. But it’s also kind of sweet and caring, in a twisted and demented way. The way you described the angel brought chills to my spine. I absolutely LOVE this story. Now I wonder if I have my own guardian angel behind me, breathing with staggering breaths, arms hanging limply by its side. I feel really sad now. Great story by the way.

  • Commented on January 5, 2016 at 5:57 pm

    THANK GOD I don’t have an under the bed….but i do have little compartments…O.O

  • Commented on June 24, 2016 at 10:56 pm

    I enjoyed this a lot! A great concept, however I wouldn’t call it creepy rather strange.

  • Underthebed
    Commented on July 16, 2016 at 3:00 am

    Tbh, this story is kinda cute, but disturbing in a way

  • Commented on May 7, 2017 at 12:07 am

    I liked the story, but has little details. Would like a sequel! 😉

  • Commented on February 5, 2018 at 4:14 pm

    I was going to skip over this, but now I’m very glad I didn’t. This was creepy, comforting, and definitely makes you think. There is that constant feeling of “What if?”

  • Yandere-San
    Commented on April 4, 2018 at 6:43 pm


  • Ben Caruccio
    Commented on August 28, 2018 at 1:18 am

    This story always creeps me out but also gets me weirdly emotional lol. I would love to turn this into a short film of some kind… sucks that it’s an unknown author, so I can’t get anyones permission 🙁

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