I'm Carmen (not using my real name for privacy purposes). What I'm going to tell you is kind of weird and I hope for you guys to help me figure it out. Before I begin I would like to tell you that I'm not a very imaginative person and I don't lie about these things. Even in my childhood I don't remember ever having imaginary friends and talking to nothing.
At the time, I'm guessing I was around... I don't know... 7 or 8. We had moved to this new house and been here for about a year or so. And the from my room, you look straight out my door and you can see the wood stove and the kitchen. I had two windows in my room, and my bed was just under one. My room used to be the storage room for the other people who lived there.
So I'm thinking it was pretty early in the morning, 6:00 or 7:00, which is pretty early for me. And on a Saturday too. I had that sudden urge to just WAKE UP! And I did. I looked around my room, in that half awake, half asleep. Then I heard this little boy voice just tell me to "Hurry!" Like right in my ear, but I was all alone in there. I looked to my right where the voice, I thought, came from. I felt something hit my hip, it was a sharp pain that made me look down but it wasn't enough to actually bother me.
Then I looked up out my door and saw this kind of apparition. It looked like a woman, flowing long hair and I just had this feeling it was a girl. It was in a soft baby blue and the color seemed to move though. But not actually moving. I never felt fear or anything and by that time I was fully awake. We just stared at each other until she slowly faded away.
To this day, I'm almost 15 now, I still don't know who that boy was or the woman either. No one had died in that house or around it. I had the feeling the woman was a god's spirit and I don't know what the boy wanted me to hurry for. His voice was very insistent that I hurry to do something. But the boy's voice wasn't scared from what I can remember.
Nothing has happened since then but please, if you can tell me anything to help, it would be deeply appreciated.
None of my neighbors are religious. Lol. I think my family is the only one on the street that IS. 😆
Anyway, so they wouldn't have been praying, and even then, no one died that day. Not in my county