This happened only a few days ago. All day I thought something terrible was going to happen. I didn’t know what, but I was almost certain someone I knew was going to die or I would get hurt in some way. School was my main worry, but that went smoothly. Then, I went to a public park to watch a baseball game. I was on a tiny swing set right in the area in the middle of the baseball section, when I faintly see my father waving at me and appearing to say my name. Then again, it was sunset by this time, we were in the woods, and there was so many people around. However, my dad is very distinguishable. I’m talking over 6 feet tall, kind of chubby, dark blue sweat shirt with a red logo on it, and a baseball cap. I notice him and he turns away. I grab my bike and rush over, thinking it’s time to go and I’m happy about that, since I didn’t want to be there. When I get to the bleachers, my dad is deep in conversation with a friend. I ask him why he called me, and he was confused. I don’t know if that was someone else, but what if it wasn’t? What if it was a ghost? What if it was trying to protect me from whatever was going to happen? Let’s just say I have a protective ghost in that situation again.