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.