When I was a little kid, I had almost died. My grandmother had handed me to my mother and she was too busy to see that I was being handed to her, and I fell and hit the linoleum floor pretty hard. I had to stay in the hospital for a month to make sure that everything was okay. After the month, they said it was close, but I would be okay.
One year later, my great grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, and was not able to get treatment.
She moved in with us, and we had lived with my great great aunt. Camilla. So in the house it was my father, (who was kicked out due to drinking problems) my mother, my grandmother, my great grandmother, Camilla, and me. Abby (my great grandmother) was getting worse and worse everyday.
Being a child, I had NO clue that she was dying and loved to mess with her. I would put my pacifier in her mouth and I would tug at her hair. She never really like me, but I did not know. I was only one year old. A year later, when I was two years old, Abby passed away.
The day she had passed, my mother had said I was acting really odd. Like someone else was bothering us. And that’s exactly what I think it was. The death angel.
Another quick story about the same house…
Mt uncle Lee (that’s where I got my middle name) had committed suicide in that house. He had put a deer rifle in his mouth and pulled the trigger. This was before I was even born. Or even thought of, but my cousin Nick was alive at the time. A few nights after Lee killed himself, Nick and his father, my uncle, Court came down from Indiana to go to the funeral, as seeing Lee was his uncle.
Nick had his own room in the house, and it was the room right beside the room Lee had died in. One night he had awoken so see someone at the foot of his bed, with a messed up face. He had run into the bedroom his father had been situated in and started crying about how he saw a man in his room who kept saying that he loved him. Nick was not completely scared, but he wasn’t calm either, the only thing that scared him was the mans face. But he told Lee that he loved him too.
Now the main story about me seeing ghosts is this. Like I had said my father had a drinking problem. Had been kicked out of our house and we moved when Abby died. We did not tell anyone where we were going. (Me my mother and grandmother). We had went to Tampa, Florida to escape the deaths in that house. It was just too much.
When we finally moved back when I was about five, my mother and grandmother made me stay with another great aunt of mine. In another house in Georgia. (we still live in Georgia) Fast forward a couple of years to when I was nine or ten. My father had cirrhosis of the liver and was put into the hospital. I had not known anything about this because I do not like my father. To this day I do not forgive him for his drinking problems and now God has given him skin cancer. My nanny came to the school to pick me up, and the second we walked out of the school, I fell to my knees and started screaming. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that I knew everything. I knew that my father was dying and she had asked how. I told her that honestly I did not have one clue, but I knew that he was very ill.
I had the feeling all day that he was dying. I have always had the sense of the future. My mother has always been a paranormal fanatic herself, but seeing as she used to be a drug addict, it could just be from that. Another day, my nanny (my grandmother) had picked me from school early and I immediately said that my mother had been arrested for drugs. I was 100% correct about it. She had been taken into custody for possession of meth and would be in jail until bailed out.
That’s all I have. It was about paranormal, and future telling. Please tell me anything you know about this if you know anything.
Sent in by MorgannnLeighxD, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com
strange
are you serious because if you are then I feel bad for you!
You can remember when you were 1 & 2
papi sal – Yes some people can recall certain events from ages 1 to 2 and even younger than that though rare is not unheard of. My own personal earliest memory is from age 2.
My earliest memory is from when I was only a few months old. My Mimi (Grandmother) was in the hospital and she was dying. My mom set me in her arms and she smiled down at me. My (at the time) dark blue eyes looked up into her glittering green ones and I smiled… she died not long after that and I still have dreams of her though I usually only remember her.
Aww. That is so sweet. It made tears come to my eyes. thank you for commenting on my story!!!
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I have a memory from when I was 1 + 1/2. It’s not common to have memories from that early, but it does happen sometimes. Usually when it’s a significant event or something you have been reminded of ever since
sorry but it doesnt appear to have much paranormal evidence here….except the fact your family has had alot of death and is dysfunctional…sorry
MorgannLeighxD, its okay to be afraid, this supernatural activity is strange but you just have to overcome it. This was a scary story and I was insantly afraid for you. Are the feelings still happening? If they are, and the people you are feeling are dying and those people are close to you then tell someone you can trust instantly. tThere is no point keeping it trapped inside of you.
I hope I helped
Yes, i have thefeelings that bad things happen all the time. The day my friend was in a car crash, i felt awful and i had to stay inside all day because i felt something bad was going to happen. And her brother died that day.
how lod are you know?im not saying this in a mean way so please dont get mad.i dont know how you know if someone is going to die,but i dont know if i believe that only because you only told us 2 people are going to die and they were family members.like i said no offence or anything.the only thing i can relate to is our dads.well i dont go telling people this but my dad use to be a jerk and yelled and other stuff.but hes not proud of that he stopped drinking and now for almost a year hes been drinking but the weirdest thing hes nice.he plays with my son.maybe because he has grandkids,i dont know.thanks for the story.
I am thirteen
Hi, i know abilities like this can be very tough.
I can read people’s minds sometimes, and interact
with spirits. My abilities get in my way a lot, and it truly
is annoying.
~Elky
thats really cool
I have a similar gift/curse and it seems to get more developed the older I get. I can’t see spirits but i can sense when they are close by. I can feel when people close to me die, and I can sense and feel peoples energy, it’s weird and a little annoying. so I guess I can relate
Yeah it sometimes is useful to me, and i do appreciate it.
But it does get in the way of things, and some of the ‘coincedinces’
in my life arent really coincedences anymore..
Yeah people’s energies, thoughts, and feelings are pretty odd,
especially if they get mixed into your own emotions.
sorry for your losses!
i can sense ghost
You might not of liked your father much, sometimes drink problems go alot deeper than just an addiction but saying “now God has given him skin cancer” – it’s alittle offensive don’t you think?
I am naturally extremly pale (like a redhaired person’s skin though i have dark hair) and I am a high risk of that form of cancer, my partner’s grandfather went through agony over the same type of cancer. I don’t think you should be listing “cancer” as a punishment from God sorry.
I agree with kit kat. Forgive your father and make peace with him before he goes while you have the chance. My father and mother separated when i was in my senior year of high school. I didn’t like him becuase i was a stupid teenager i was angry with him over things he couldn’t control like not keeping a job and being homeless. but he had mental problems and was slow. anyways i didn”t talk to him for years.I told people i didn’t care if he died.Well i grew up and had a plan to go find him and if need be bring him back home with me so i could take care of him. Well i was to late he died before i had the chance.now i’ll never have the chance to say i’m sorry dad i love you. it kills me.You may not care if your dad dies but you will when he does. trust me you will.
my friend died a year ago i had not seen him for a while and was thinking of him alot, the day i meet up with him i had this weird feeling and when i left him i had this awful dark feelin and that nite could not eat my dinner or anything i felf so emotional and couldnt understand why.
i woke the next day to find he had died at 5 oclock the evening before(the day i left him)
i had been having bad thoughts that someone i loved was goin to die for about 3 months before this it made me cry on occassions it was like i was already greiving.
i am confused now and if i really was sensing he was going to die i am so upset and angry i didnt prevent it i couldnt quite figuire it out but when he died it all made sense??? the feelin that i needed to figuire sumfin out and help someone close to me was gone.i feel like im goin mad what do u think people??
From personal experience I know dogs have the ability to sense death or even bodily harm and I personally have had a few experiences in which something bad was going to happen to me. Best example, during the summer once a few years ago, we were going to my grandparents by riding a bike there, the day before I felt like something was gonna happen and the dog too. So next morning when we got ready to leave I asked them to take the car instead, but they refused and the dog was acting up, trying to keep me from going. On the way there, about half way, I had a collision with another cyclist, who apparently hadn’t seen me and hit me full on. I hit the ground hard and had some injuries, he was pretty much OK. Ever since then when i feel something bad is going to happen I am extra careful.