Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

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.

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