My Sister Came Back From Death

In my life I have experienced many things on a paranormal spectrum. Most of those are stories to be told another day. This one is about my first ever encounter with something paranormal.

I was four years old at the time, so I don't really remember much. If you want a specific location, it was in Mount Annan, Sydney. Two years previous to the event, I had lost my younger sister in childbirth.

My mother was in the kitchen while I was playing in the lounge area. This is where my memory starts to get fuzzy. I remember playing with a child around two years old. My mother came in after hearing me giggling for a while and asked me what was so funny. I remember telling her I was playing with my friend, who happened to share the name of my deceased sister.

When the next encounter happened, I was seven years old, so my mother thought I was old enough to understand what they meant. She told me about that first encounter and how she believed I was talking to my sister, who she believed had become an angel.

While I may not share her views on the matter, with me being agnostic, not christian, I do agree that I had seen some kind of ghost or spirit or something like it.

I have encountered a similar ghost/presence many times in life. I never mentioned them to my parents, given how grief-stricken the loss of a child makes someone. I can remember one rather vividly. The first, I didn't exactly see anything, but I could feel something. Whether it be a presence or a sensation or whatever you want to call it, it was a feeling. It was comforting, like getting a hug from those you love.