I had always felt that something was always around me. I could not see it but I knew it was there. I have always been afraid. Sometimes I would enter someone home and feel the presence or sometimes the hairs on the back of my neck would stand completely up. I never wanted to see or feel anything, but I always did. I am going to tell you of a few occurrences that has happened to me.
When I was a young girl, I was very rebellious with my upbringing. My mother would ground me and after the punishment, I would start all over again. One night after my mother's rantings, I was in my bedroom, very upset with her. (Me upset! It was my fault I was grounded.) I heard my name being called. I just sat there not moving, I wanted my mother to suffer for grounding me. Just then I heard my name being called again. A little louder this time. I sat there still not moving. The third time, my name was called I knew my mother was angry. I suddenly thought I better get to moving and find out what she wanted. When I walked into her bedroom (slowly), and I called her name, she did not answer. I called my mother's name again, and I then realized she was asleep (dhe snored quite loud). When I had awaken her from her sleep, she then asked what did I want. I told her she called my name and I came to see what she wanted. She sat up and told me she did not call my name. I was so scared, I ran to my room, jumped into my bed with the covers over my head and forced myself to sleep.
Another time I was lying on my mother's couch and my back was facing her kitchen and my face was facing the couch. I looked downwards with my eyes and saw someone come from the back of my mother's bedroom. Thinking it was her, I faked like I was asleep, being that she was upset with me and I her. I felt the presence walk over to where I was lying and peaked down over me, watching to see if I was asleep. I laid that way until the presence left me and went back the way it came.
The next morning, I asked my mother if she came into the living room to see if I was resting or not. She looked and told me, she did not leave her bedroom. I was frightened again.
When things like that happened to me I would call my grandmother and she would interpret to me those things I did not understand. She would tell me it was my aunt looking over me.
Another occurrence was when my daughter was sick in the hospital, I was so upset I could not sleep, eat or drink anything. I knew she was going to pass over and I could not accept her passing. I was alone and I needed to speak with someone. While sitting alone, someone entered my room and sat down. I briefly looked over and saw this young man dressed in white and he smiled at me and asked me what was wrong. I looked into his face (I can not remember how he looked) and I felt so at peace and started telling him all about my daughter who was sick in the ICU unit and everything that was bottled inside of me. I can not tell you to this day how I fell asleep but I did.
The next morning the hospital staff woke me and told me my daughter was not doing so well and for me to go and see her for the last time. I then began to ask about the person who had came into the waiting room and put my mind at ease. The hospital staff looked at me and told me there was no such person on duty last night. When I asked again and described this young man to the hospital staff I was told the same thing; that no one was on duty that night who fits that description.
After my daughter's passing, I would hear in my living room walking around in her walker. I would pray that she would not come into my bedroom. She would come down the hallway towards my bedroom and that is where she would stop. Then the walking would start all over again, but never did she come into my room. I knew then that she was at peace. That helped me to cope with the loss I felt with her being gone.
I have had a lot more experiences which is too long to write. May be in the near future, I will share some more of my experiences.
In the interim, I would like to know if anyone has had experiences similar to mine.
I really did not want to bring it up but she died from spinal menigitis. I did not know of this particular disease until I read upon it.
When I heard her walking in her walker, I felt that she was there to give me solace and that she was at peace and for me not to grieve anymore. I really want to believe that was the reason for her visits.
If you read the beginning of my story, I have always been afraid of seeing spirits.
I also have two other stories posted (1) Haunted House in Minnesota and Upset Spirits.
I am starting on a few more stories that I will share.
Thank you for reading my story and if you have other comments, please feel free to do so.
Tee