This is, for me, hard to talk about. In 2009 on Aug. 19 my aunt passed away via drug overdose. But it doesn't even start there. About a week or so before, I saw her with my best friend at my grandfather's pool. Only a young teen, all I wanted to do was have fun with my friend. Then she had to go open her mouth... She told Me to start going to the gym. Being 5 foot 5 inches and 110 lbs I guess that wasn't good enough. "why must you open your big fat mouth?!? You know what?!? I hate you! I hope you die!" Then I stormed out with my friend and didn't think twice about it. So when she died, I did feel horrible but then I got over it a few months.
It wasn't until 2011, 2 years to the day that I remember all the pain that I kept inside. It was someday in Aug. (I was on break, so I don't even know the date at the time) I was sitting up watching tv (some tlc show), and it was about 3:00 a.m. All alone. Then I heard my mom's door open and close. I didn't think anything of it to tell you the truth. I just thought that my mom needed to go to the bathroom. I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. Then something made my blood go cold.
"Sydney..." it sounded a lot like my mom. (But what I didn't think at the time that my aunt had a voice like my mom) "yeah mom you need some help or something?" Again the the same voice rang in my ears: "Sydney..." at this time I did start to get really creepy. So I stood up and then I hear the voice again "Sydney..." Then I knew it wasn't my mom.
Then I start to run to my moms room. Then I saw something that I'll never forget... A women. A short, plump women with red hair and glasses. And black long dress, like the one we buried my aunt in. Being me I was crying. " who are you?" I asked. Then I felt so stiff that I couldn't move. "Sydney... Take care of your mother... I love you..." then this body became a black mist and left.
It felt like years until it ended and the shock left my body. That night that I hadnt done since I was about 2 years old slept with my mom. I did that for weeks after.
But the weirdest thing was that my mom did get sick for months. (she did get better) but the ghost was right. Now even now, she still comes to me and my younger sister Hayley telling us how good we are, late at night. As for me now I'm a part of group of ghost hunters for teenagers. Maybe someday I will know why and how she knew about my mom.
This is exactly why we are seeing such and explosion of people becoming involed in ghost hunting and the like and that because these demonic beings are masqerading as human spirits and the people fall for it, not knowing who or what they are really dealing with.