It seems as if I have been surrounded by spirits my whole
life. In fact paranormal occurrences have been happening
around me for as long as I can remember. I have recently
begun working to develop my mental abilities. I donít
really want to go into every story that I have because we
would be here all day. Iíll just give you a good idea of
what my life has been like. The spirits have always been
there but in the past five years the visits have become
more frequent and intense.
When I was around thirteen or fourteen I had my first
nightly visit. I would wake up at around the same time
every night to find a man standing at the foot of my bed.
He was really tall and wide. I call him the Black man not
because he was colored but because he was like a shadow
that was darker than the room. I began to see him more
frequently, even during the day and often refused to sleep
in my room. He was soon joined by a little blond-haired
girl who would curl up next to me in my bed. It scared me
so much that I would become frozen with fear. I can relax
about it now,I know that he wasnít trying to frighten me,
only get my attention. It would be almost a year before I
had another visitor.
My mother had just finished school to become a teacher but
the school district in which we lived did not have any
openings. She eventually found a position in a town around
150 or so miles away. We managed to finagle a couple of
beds during the week at my grandfatherís house in the
town. That is where I met Ichabod.
At first I thought it was just a dream but then he started
visiting during the day when I did my homework. He liked
to pull pranks on my mother and I but would stop the
instant that someone got upset. I think it was Ichabod who
made me so relaxed around spirits. He explained how he was
looking for his wife Isabella whom he had lost contact with
after death. He asked me to help but never explained quite
how. I havenít had any contact with him in over a year so
I assume that he found Isabella.
After Ichabod I had several spirits speaking to me
every day. It was exhausting I was irritable and grumpy but
I was helpful. I was lending my sensitivities to the
spirits in order to help them complete their business.
I learned to close myself to the spirits after a couple of
months like that. They still try to coerce me into helping
them when I need the energy for other things. A month back
I had physical contact with a spirit. He pulled my hair
and held onto my arm. His hands were white and bony and
his fingernails were quite long. It was frightening but I
held my own and used what I had learned about the white
light technique to get rid of him.
I continue to have paranormal visitors but I have learned
to manage their activities and needs with my own. I laugh
sometimes to think that a couple years ago I really wished
to be able to speak with spirits, looks like I got what I