There has been a LOT of controversy over my comments and my beliefs. However, this story isn't about a rant about things, this is one serious question I am here to ask and why I want and need answers. Am I able to sense spirit or am I just really sensitive?
I will start from the beginning then explain all the way through until today (16/12/2013).
I can't remember how old I was when I had my first REAL experience that I can remember. Me and my little sister were messing around in the kitchen. We took a break and sat down to have a glass of water, I heard a bang. It didn't come from me nor my sister. It came from across the room. Obviously, my sister being only little and not wanting to scare her, I said it was me.
My second experience (that I can remember) was last year (I was 12). I was at school and I was walking down the staircase alone, I felt a feeling that I had never had before and it wasn't a good feeling. It felt awkward and unpleasant and I really disliked it. I felt as if I was getting watched and as I was walking down the last few steps I was pushed, pushed so hard I fell. I was not injured of any sort. I just felt shocked. In addition, I get this feeling before I hear or experience something.
Now, not so ghostly but more predicty or knowy; I know when something good or bad is going to happen. This story is more feminine for all of the male readers. This is going to be a two experience in one.
I am 13 and this happened over a month ago (16/11/13) (not my most recent experience). On the 15th, I had a dream a lady problem dream. I dreamed I got my first period. It was the best dream ever for maturing teenager. The following day, I got the feeling at about 12pm that something was going to happen and it was a mixed feeling. At about 2:30 that day, I found out I had started when I was going to get changed into my swim suit because I was swimming with the cadets. Bizarre right?
I get this feeling a lot. My most recent experience I don't like to talk about because it is very weird and I really don't understand it myself and its not pleasant.
Merry Christmas,
Charlotte:)
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