Afraid of the Dark (1)

Idon't know if anyone will believe me or not and it doesn't really matter because I know its true. Every since I can remember I've been afraid of the dark. When I was 11, I was in a car accident and I haven't been able to remember things that happened to me when I was a child. I couldn't remember why I was afraid of the dark I just knew I was.

For as long as I can remember I've been able to see shadows and movements of people that no one else could see. I've never been able to see them clearly, just shadows of them sometimes I can tell if it's a female or a male. Sometimes I see the outlines or their bodies, sometimes just the shoulders or their hand waving or another part of them. I don't remember ever hearing them. But I see them and I feel them. I sometimes feel them playing in my hair or putting their hand on my shoulder.

Recently I went on a trip with my family. We all stayed in a hotel, the same room. So I could not have a light on. I've always had trouble getting to sleep sometimes I don't get to sleep until five or six am. On the trip I figured out why I was always afraid of the dark and I must have known why when I was a child and just forgot after the accident. The reason I was and still am uncomfortable sleeping in the dark is because I see the spirits more clearly then in the light. At night there brighter, I can see them clearer and more of them. While in the light I can't see them as good but I still can tell when their there even when I can't see them. I can sometimes tell that they want something I just can't tell what they want since I can't hear them.

On the trip I saw my great grandmother walking past the beds stopping at one and then she turned to me and smiled and then she disappeared. Seeing her was the first time I remember seeing one so clear.

A few nights ago I was sitting in my living room watching TV when I looked into the kitchen I saw the outline of a large man, he was standing by one of the chairs looking around for something. Then I looked behind the rocking chair that was right beside me and I saw a small child sitting behind it hugging its knees and shaking. The child must have been hiding from the man and was scared. For some reason I don't think the man saw me. But I know the child did. And all at once they disappeared. I don't think the man found the child but they both disappeared at the same time.

These are just a few times I see them but I see or feel their presents all the time. When I'm home alone I often look at the couch or the chairs and know that someone is there watching TV with me or just sitting. I talk to them to. I'm not sure if they can hear me or not but I get the felling that they can. I wonder why I can see these people and other's can't? Why am I able to see them but not hear them? Do they need help? And how am I suppose to help them when I can't hear what they need help with? There are so many questions I have and no way of finding out the answer until I join them. Which I hope won't be for a long time.