I’m going to get right to the point of the first time something happened. Something most people wouldn’t think is so normal. Well I hope you are a little more opened minded then most.
When I was three (As I was told by my mother. I was a little young to remember at the time.) I talked about missing my aunt. Well, we had just moved. So my mom thought that I was talking about my aunt who we had just moved away from. She dialed her number so I could talk to her. I was very upset because I didn’t want to talk to that aunt. Instead I wanted to talk to my aunt who I lived with when my parents died. My mother was shocked by what I was saying.
Later my grandmother called to see how we liked our new house and everything. Well my mother was worried about me so she told my grandma. My grandmother believes in past lives and thought I was speaking about one and told my mom to get as much out of me about it as she could.
Over the next week my mother only got that my parents had died and I was sent to live with my aunt. I talked about living in the old west. That I rode a hoarse to school and that I had died at seventeen. I wouldn’t tell her anymore.
After all that happened everything was normal. Well up until the time I was eight, that’s when I saw the hand. It was the night before Easter, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse (funny it’s true). I was bored out of my mind so I was cleaning my room. Usually I always just turn on the TV but I didn’t that night. I was taking dishes to the kitchen.
On my way back to my room I stopped to pet my cat. I was two feet away from my room when I saw a hand come out of the door and knock down a picture that was hanging next to my door. It was the palest hand I ever saw with long thin fingers. I went spinning down the stairs to my brother’s room (Which is now mine).
When we went back upstairs the picture was on the floor where the ghostly hand had left it. Again, everything was normal after that. Up to aabout year ago (I’m 13) when I saw different types of ghostly people but people were around me but said nothing. I even had a few weird dreams. It stopped for four mouths and is starting again now. Its always different. Like that school I heard my name being called and looked around but no one was looking for me. The halls are full of people but they never notice anything. It’s scary not knowing what’s next.
Sent in by Cece.
Note from the Caretaker:
It isn’t uncommon for very young children to talk about strange things like this. I recall my own borther telling us about things that he use to do when he was “big”. He was only 3 or 4 years old, but he would describe things he did and places he had went to when he was a grown up. At the time I never though that much about it and just more or less chalked it up to his imagination. But years later after hearing of other, similar cases I wished that I had paid more attention to what he was telling us and eve asked him some questions about it.
I honestly believe that many of us, if not all of us, have lived previous lives. I also believe that children come into this world sometimes with memories of their previous existence intact. As we grow and struggle to deal with the world around us the memories are pushed farther back into our minds until eventually they are all but forgotten.
What do you think?
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i am the writer of murder in my mind. i have had a past life, i dont remember what year though. i died in war protecting my comrades. i was only 13 years old but i clearly remember my death. I was killed by a dagger being thrust through my neck. i don’t care if you don’t believe me. if i made up ghost stories and told lies of having a past life, then i guess i’d be a low life loser with no life. this is my last year of living. i’d guess about 1500 years ago i died at age thirteen. i am twelve years old and in july i’ll be 13. i guess i’ll have to tell people of my lives in another 1500 years. I am going to die in 3 months and i’m not even scared. Creepy, huh?
Hello seer – why do you say you are going to die in 3 months?
i think it is stupid to beleive in past lives or reincarnation.i beleive when you die you go to heaven(if you are achristian)or you go to hell…little kids say stuff like that because they have big immaginations…its sorta like imaginary friends you can only see them if they are yours..and only little kids have them!!i beleive in god!!and i know 100% that he is real and if you don’t repent you WILL go to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!
plus if we all have “past lives” how does the earth population get bigger??gee maybe it is because it is all in your heads
weeamerican girl
how does past lives have anything to do with the population? Obviously the population is due to procreating..u know people having sex and having children..past lives are on a spiritual level. i dont think seer is saying he’s 1500 y/o in physical form. and being a christian dosent mean u are going to go to heaven..it dosent matter what religion u choose to practice it has no relevance in the spiritual world in my opinion. I think kids do actually see things or experience more paranormal than adults because they are innocent and have no bias towards anything..open minded. my thoughts anyway..have a good day everyone!
I think i had many different lifes. I can dance perfectly and having been teached how to but i was told i was a dancer in my past life.
ya i beleve i see things but no one beleves me im tiered of them not beleveing me cause im my house i see a little girl and a little boy cant descride thm that much but o well i hope someone beleves he here…i feel alone and i think previous life can happen i beleve very much…lol
Here u dont have 2 feel alone because we all believe u
i believe you too stephanie. i think some people are in denial..why would they be on this site? whocares if they dont..you don’t have to justify yourself to anyone!
when my brother was younger, he used to talk about people that would come in our house and take stuff. then he started talking about things that didn’t exist. by the time he was five, he told me that he was linked to some imaginary friend and insisted it was real. i did reasearch on the name he gave me and it turned out to be my mother’s dead great-grndmother. wierd-huh?
Yeah, i get what the first one means.
When my mum was pregnant with me she went to see a medium about her dead grandfather (and yes my mum and dad are married). Well, the medium said that one of my ancestors would visit me at the age of 4. And then you probably know what comes next…
When i was 4 i ran into my mum and reported there was an old man in my bedroom who claimed his name was jack.
Mum was expecting it to be her grandad who saw me, not at all expecting it would be my dads… =)
well my grandfather told me when i was about 3 almost 4 i was staying at his house inthe summer when my mum and dad went on holiday . he said that i kept saying i used to live here when i was big and that the garden had a big swing i played on with my brother ( i do not have a brother) Later my grandad believed me and he started the past of that house , and the picture showed there was a big swing.
i believe in your story its all true!!!!!
oh this is scary!;
i was in my bedroom about 3 months back, and i was sleepin. I got woke up by a screamin noise. It sounded lyke sum1 was bein murdered.I was so scared but i plucked up the courage to go downstairs and see what it was.When i got to the kitchen, the tv was on but there was no1 down there. The fridge was open, and my dog was lying dead on the floor. Blood pouring out his nose and ears. There was no1 else downstairs, i dint even hear my mum upstairs. I ran upstaiirs and saw my mother half asleep, but in her left hand was a butchers knife covered in blood. My dad was nowhere to be seen. But on the bed where my dad slept, there was a trail of blood leadin to the on suite bathroom. I went into the bathroom (on suite) and i saw on the mirror its ure turn!.. and my face went :O.. i heard footsteps behind me, i turned around and no1 was there, so i turned back round. i looked back again.. and there she was, standing there with a knife ready to attack !…..
Hi Cece, after reading your story i’m obligated to give you some of my knowledge. To being with i’m a hindu which means “reincarnation” is a part of life’s cycle. Hindu’s believe if you “left” your previous life without completing the cycle then it would be carried over to the current incarnation. For certain people, they would bigger responsibilities in this world and hence the memory is used as an guidance to complete your task in this life. However, there’s also another situation in which if you’ve sinned and yet to atoned for it. Therefore, you need to atone for it in this life and my advice is figure out which is which in your case. Analyse your memories but take caution as the older memories can get you mixed up and confused.
I know what u mean me and my friend are going through the same things as u did but there in school and out we decided to talk to them and he responded by as throwing ice at are faces so i really try to not think about it but it just dosent seem to workwe sented the the room with locition wich was probubly a bad choice so now their in our room
I’m christian, and I’m not sure if I belive in reincarnation or not. The concept of having a former life, dying, and being born into a human body again is a very fascinating subject. In my opinion, having dreams about a former life can indeed be important and symbolize reincarnation.
Whenever I feel deja-vu, especially if I am 100% sure I have never been there before, I wonder if I had been there in a past life. Reincarnation may be against my religion, but it sure interests me enough to think more about it.
Anybody who blindly says that reincarnation is against thier religion, not true, and will not listen to the reasoning of it because of thier religion shouldn’t bother giving thier opinion. All other religions have just as much proof as yours, so keep your blindfolded opinions to yourself.
On the subject of reincarnation: Little kids who describe places (accurately) that they have never even heard before, and say they have been there, might in fact be teeling the truth. In fact, when I was younger, I made up a place called Ontario, Canada. I told my mom about the place, which had a big lake/river, and she said that there was in fact a place called Ontario, in canada.
I had never before heard of the place, so how could I place these facts?
If anyone else has any opinions about reincarnation, can you answer these questions in your own opinions:
What do you think about people’s ‘other life’ memories fading as they age? Do little kids still have a bit of ‘leftovers’ from the past life, and work them off with new memories as they get older?
What do you think about people’s souls in animals? Or do you belive that people go from a human body to another human body?
These stuff are cool to talk about. I beleive in them too =D
When my son was young, maybe 3, he had an imaginary friend named Jenny. He would play with her all the time. He said when he wasn’t playing with her she lived with God. We asked why she lived with God and he said because she had died in a fire. We are not a church going family, so the fact he would say that was just odd. She played with him for many months.
One week he kept talking about how it was going to be Jenny’s birthday soon, soon it was going to be Jenny’s birthday. Then the news came from Tommy that tomorrow was Jenny’s birthday and we should have a party she was excited, maybe should be get a cake. We bought a little cake for his imaginary friend and then waited for Jenny to come. She never visited my son that day or ever again.
He cried, he was devastated she didn’t come to the party. Because we thought she was imaginary we tried to convince him that she was there and we should have the cake anyway and that only made him cry more because she wasn’t imaginary she was real.
I never thought of this until now, maybe she meant that tomorrow was her birth day for a new life and that is why she never returned.
He used to play dress up with her all the time, he was dress up as her and then she would dress up as him. He would also pretend to be Jenny and say that Tommy wasn’t here, he was at camp pretending to be Jenny. We thought that was disturbing. There were many things about this imaginary friend we thought were disturbing, didn’t seem to be make believe the other kids were playing. But then one day it all just stopped.
Nothing I do seems to work! I went to see a medium but she said she couldn’t even find a spirit in me! (really weird)
I am 13 now and she asked me what my name was. I answered Oliver Barlow. My name is Callum Thorpe.
I had a dream once that I was stanbing in a circular open topped room at night when I was 12. I was holding a sword and wearing a green leather suit that had no sleeves. The walls were covered in ivy and there was a tunnel going into a street with a cobbled floor. In the dream, I was walking along the street when a man jumped out of the shadows at me with a large knife.
I have been having these dreams a lot lately and every time the sword is closer to stabbing the man.
One night I woke up with a leaf of ivy on my back. It was wet and cold like it had been outside. At night.
I’ve never seen a ghost or experienced (I think?) something reaching to me from the past, but I would like answers, pls or your theories. Maybe it’s just nothing, but I’m curious. When I was little it seemed for a while everytime before I went to sleep I felt as if a knife was cutting me.. I’d squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the pain to pass, then I’d drift off to sleep. It doesn’t happen to me anymore, but i’m still extremely curious.
And not to long ago, I remember my dad going off to the store while I stayed at home with my mom and my little brothers. Well, while I was walking to my mom’s room I’d seen a shadow of someone standing behind the glass of my backyard. There was curtain in front of the glass, I just stopped and stared. I thought it was my dad trying to scare me.. he does things like that. I looked behind be and there was no one standing there. The figure was a man. Tall, bald. He just stood there stairing, moving maybe his hand or to shift to another foot. I could’ve swore it was my dad. I ran to my mom’s room to go get her and when we got there he was gone. I still wonder what that was.. Shadow Person maybe? Or was it just a man who hopped over my gate into our backyard, but if so why would he just stand there staring at me?
totally scary . i was scared when i read this . GOOD JOB!
i am only twelve but i would say your write i believe that there is a befor and after life i think it is awsome
I do happen to believe in reincarnation. I have had re-occurring dreams since I was a child. I firmly believe I was a male, english male, very rich, and I treated people very badly ( which I believe was because I was rich). I think I lived in the 16th or 17th century as I had a horse drawn carriage. I know exactly what I looked like, and I still dream of my huge house I lived in. I know every room and I know where to find what I am looking for in my house. It’s so strange too because when I dream of my house it’s as though I still need to refinish painting it….I know it sounds absolutely weird, but there are two rooms that I need to repaint as I never liked the colors in it. I also know when I am dreaming about this previous life, I feel so ashamed of the way I used to treat people, especially women and I in my daily life always try to make amends for this by being really nice to people. I believe I need to make up for my previous bad behavior. In addition, I have awoken a few times, very angry because I don’t know where all my money went, and I feel as though I had plenty of it and it’s gone. I know it sounds weird, but I have had these dreams and deja vu since I was about 3 years old. When I dream of my old house ( or what I figure to be my old house), it’s like I am finally home and I even know where my secret rooms are. I don’t know how I died though…probably my rude behavior to someone.
careful?
i don’t believe in past lives..but i do believe in spirits…i am a muslim…and in my religion they are mentioned in quran…but they have an other world…it’s really complicated but some times a weird fusion happens and the two meet…here is what happened with my brother mohammed one day:
he went up the stairs to my sisters’ room…he knocked at the door and my big sis replied (just a minute)…he didn’t wait he went back down and saw my big sis in an other room…
later he found out that the room upstairs was empty all the time…
and alote of other weird things happened in my town.and the sorounding towns.
hope every body have a nice day…