American Indian Spirit
(Massapequa, Long Island, NY)
I was seven years old, 1962 - I was sitting on my bed coloring and felt a presence in the room. I looked up and there was a tall, handsome, American Indian man. He looked at me as though he was confused. As I got up he went into the other room.
I did not sleep upstairs again for a year. My father finished the "other" room where the Indian went and I began to sleep there. Well every night I felt hundreds of souls around me, only to find out later that the Dutch had slaughtered many Indians in that area of Massapequa on Long Island.
I also found out later who he was, his name is Dancing Feather and he has been my spirit guide for many lifetimes.
Not a scary story, but a true one.