This is my first post and I have so much to say, but I will try and keep this short and to the point. I do not remember the first paranormal experiences that surrounded me as I was only a few weeks old.
My mom had taken me to my grandmother's house because my aunt had died in a car accident. In the car accident there was my aunt and three boys. One night after the funeral my mom had woken to feed me and change my diaper. While she was feeding me, she said she felt like something was watching her, and out of the corner of her eye she could see a shadow figure in the hallway. She says she felt like it was taunting her. She continued to try and ignore it, and it became more disturbing by banging on the walls and knocking pictures off the walls. It woke everyone in the house up and my grandmother, being the very religious person that she is, began to pray and everything became silenced. My mom cleaned me up while my grandmother made coffee.
When my mom went to put me back in my playpen where I was sleeping in the living room, my grandfather's dog (Doberman) attacked my mom, and bit her. My mom lay me quickly in the playpen, and the dog jumped into the playpen with me and wrapped its body around me while it was growling and foaming at the mouth. My mom said it was almost as if he were protecting me from something. Everyone, including my grandfather, tried to reach for me but the dog was having no part in that. After a few minutes he calmed down, jumped out, and went to his bed and laid down. My mom, of course, grabbed me out and started checking me all over. She says she noticed my hands seemed clenched closed so she pried my fingers open, and found ribbon bows inside of them: 3 blue ribbons and 1 pink ribbon.
My grandmother called a priest the next day who came out and blessed the house. The priest said I needed to be baptized right away. That Sunday I was baptized in a white dress with the pink and blue ribbons sewn on it. Everyone that was there that night tells the same exact story.
By the way, I still have the dress and ribbons. This is just the beginning of the stories I have to share. I honestly want to see how this one works out before I go into my whole life.
Next time I will tell you how I used to play with my deceased aunt when I was little.
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