I promised more stories about my "friends", but I feel a little background is needed.
Growing up was interesting in my family; all the women in my mom's line are sensitive in some way. Some like my mom embrace it, to the extreme; some like my grandma reject it, she spent her whole life with headaches and such. I think because she made herself sick, refusing to believe what her mind told her.
Growing up we moved a LOT, almost every year. My mom is drawn to houses with spirit activity, positive or negative, doesn't matter she has to live there, and she would do her cleansing and praying and other stuff and as soon as it was quiet she would get the feeling that she needed to move and so she would start looking for somewhere else.
There was only ever one house she gave up on, and it was so physically dangerous that we just couldn't stay. I got hit and pinched and slapped, hair pulled out. It got so bad I put a lock on the inside of my small closet and slept in my closet. We had been there about 7 mo. She "fell" and broke her arm, we moved out right after that.
I have 2 brothers and a sister, we are all 4 years apart. My little sister went into kindergarten the same year I started college. There are many stories about my growing up I could tell.
The one house my mom gave up on is now horse pasture. The house was torn down. But I remember my first night there. It was just me, everyone else was still at the old house. I was there to watch our stuff and the dogs (4 BIG German Shepherds). There was a bed in the living room and I spent the whole night just sitting on the bed trying to watch TV while the dogs layed around the bed growling and snapping at nothing, I hated that house! But my mom would at random times make me just stop and focus on what I felt, smelled, heard and saw in whatever area we were in, and quiz me on it.
Thinking on it now it was odd, but growing up it was just something she did. I am not special I don't think, but I do "feel" things and other odd stuff. And thanks to my mom I am always aware of what is going on around me. My kids are all special a little in different things they do but that is for another story.
As for my "friends", they have always been there. I guess as a baby I didn't like being held or played with. My mom says I would entertain myself for hours on end.
I don't know my father. He was never in my life. My mom says he was troubled and haunted. When I was 8, I tried looking for him and found out he killed himself. His family will have nothing to do with me, something about my mom. My brothers and sister have different dads to.
When I was 16 I moved out with my ex-husband. He was 23 and in the navy. My mom was thrilled, me and her current husband couldn't get along, and he was a very abusive man. Well, he hit me and I told my mom him or me, so I ended up moving out.
My first husband didn't believe in the gremlins (what we call them). He came home from west pack and for the first week he denied them and made fun of them. They made his life miserable. We had a small apartment, and first thing to go missing was his keys. We finally found them in the ice try in the freezer. Then his book, he set it down and came back, it was gone. Found it later in the oven. Over the course of two weeks everything that was his disappeared, to be found somewhere weird later.
Finally I woke up one night. He was sitting in the living room trying to watch TV and talking, I thought, to himself. But he was talking to them. He laid down some ground rules and bought a new plant for them and things were good again.
We had a friend over one time; he was staying with us since he had nowhere else. The second night he started making fun of them, and then he would hide something and blame them. He started seeing things run across doorways and windows slamming or cupboards slamming. We left for the day, when we came back he wouldn't say what happened but he moved out and lived on the street for a week.
But this is long, I will post more later. Feel free to look me up on facebook or e-mail me.
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