I Was 6 Years Old When I Started Seeing Spirits.So evidently when my grandmother on my father side died something changed in my life because of a woman I barely knew. When I think about her, I remember her pretty long hair that she would braid and wrap it up in a bun, she always seem to have a bandana on or some kind of head scarf on. I remember beer and cigarettes, I never was allowed to go in the room were the grownups were drinking and etc. I remember her looking terrified before she died like it was yesterday. I remember her sadness on her eyes
We lived in a house in Argyle, Tx.
One day my mother and my father came home from vacation. I was excited they came home and I watched them walk into their bedroom. My father left back out to do something and when he went back into his room, I saw a very tall dark shadowed man standing behind him following right behind him in his room. I thought maybe it was his shawow but my heart wouldn't allow me to believe it.
One night, I was sleeping in a different room in the same house, i keep having an eery feeling like something was there. I ignored it but I couldn't help but look around the room at times or look outside the windows to see if someone was trying to break in. The moments I stayed still, I heard shuffling, like shuffling of paper or trash. When I look when I heard the noise come from, it would stop, but then one time it kept going. I left the room and slept in the living room.
I always seem to have the ability to know when something would happened or how someone felt (regardless if they were in pain or happiness or sadness and etc.), I remember I use to watch people as a child and was able to pick up things from them. At times, I just know something isn't right and sometimes today I will have to pray in order to figure it out or its revealed to me. I am about to know coverstaions between people, randomly really, its not like I can zone in and hear it, it would just come to me for some reason. I am careful to not show these things unless absolutley led to say something. It takes a lot for me to say anything or ask someone something because I do not want to be wrong about something.