Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I don’t know how, but since I was a little kid, I could see ghosts and other strange spirits or things that my friends or strangers couldn’t. From what I was told, the gift (or curse) has run in the family (mainly on my mom’s side) and it’s not unusual to `see’ or `hear’ things out of the norm.

I’ve never been cool with this because it made me feel like a freak, an outsider to the rest of the world. I never told my best friend, someone I told secrets to and trusted that I could see and hear stuff! I was afraid if I did, then I would have to explain that it wasn’t her or her little sister, or anyone in her family moving or taking her things, but the spirit of a little girl that lived and died in her house 125 years earlier and was trying to get her attention!

Graveyards, hospitals, even battlefields are not only uncomfortable to me, they can sometimes be down right frightening. Their souls still wandering and seeking whatever or whoever they lost or loved. Some so violent in frustration that they somehow have the power to lash out at the living and nothing told to them can ease their pain or their loneliness. Forever trapping themselves to this world, each searching for whatever it is they have lost.

I live in Virginia with my two grown children and four grandchildren. My son and daughter seem to be fine as is three of my grandchildren. But my grandson Alex has a `new’ playmate, someone he can see and talks to all the time. It’s a little boy of about 4, same age as Alex, who died back in the 20′s maybe early 30′s and was laid to rest two blocks away at our church.

The child, David as he calls himself, is looking for his mom and dad and misses them. Late at night, I sometimes hear him sobbing softly, alone somewhere in the house. But, if he goes to Alex’s room, I can hear Alex make room for him in his bed and the crying stops. He’s just a harmless child and lost, missing his mom and dad who rest in the same graveyard, but somehow left their only son behind in the only home he ever knew, and I haven’t the power to send him on his way. It just doesn’t work that way with me.

So you see, my life has never been normal and never will be. I try to help the lost souls and spirits as best I can, I kinda feel I have to do something to help them. How aware they are of time and their surroundings, but it doesn’t matter. I see them and maybe they know I can see and hear them. But this is my life and now my grandson’s, and maybe he will be able to help. Though his parents don’t believe him or see his best friend, I do and till my time comes, I’ll teach him, train him to understand what kind of power he has and hopefully, he wouldn’t feel like the freak I always thought I was.

Sent in by Kyia Tolsman, Copyright 2010