Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ever since I was little, I’ve seen things other people can’t see. Over the years, I’ve gotten used to it; the noises, the shadows, the people. It’s all normal for me now.

Let me start at the beginning. When I was about three or four, I had my first experience with the paranormal. (I’m fourteen now.) I had visions of another life. A life that seemed familiar, yet different. It was a life were I was seventeen. But the problem was, in this alter reality I was seeing, it was 1549. And, it seemed like I was imprisoned in a body. It was like watching what was going on on the outside while I lay silently inside another body.

I remember, I used to tell my mother about when I was older. now, I realize this is normal for a child to experience such things in they’re imagination, but, the problem with my experience is,I’m a teenager now. If it was simply another case of imagination gone wild, it should have passed at around age seven or eight. It’s much stronger now. And, not only do I see the deceased, I see  what is in the future.

I know what your thinking now. Your probably thinking here’s another loony case. But, that’s where you’re wrong. The visions don’t just pop up out of the blue. I have them in dream. I see what the next day is going to be like in my dreams. And, to be really honest, it scares me. I’d rather not know what the future holds. I’ve already witnessed my friend’s death. Now, I have to live with the fact that I knew that it was coming, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. But, just so you know, the death hasn’t happened yet. But I know it will. Here’s what the dream was like:

I walked through the dark street. Nothing happened happen tonight. Nothing at all. Just another boring day in my dull life. But wait… I look down at my body: it’s bigger than my normal one. I hold out both my arms and look at the clothes I’m in: I don’t recognize them. Crap, I’m in another future dream again. This isn’t good. I want to wake up. I don’t want to see anything in this world. I don’t want to know what happens. I start to run, looking for a way out. I look at my surroundings: this is my neighborhood. No more. I want to wake up. Please, some one wake me up! Something’s going to happen in my neighborhood, and I don’t want to know what. I turn the corner and run straight into some one’s chest. I glance up at the person. It’s my childhood friend and crush; Shannon. I try to go around him, but stop. He looks different; older. He’s taller than me. His hair is longer and he’s more muscular. NO! SOME ONE TAKE ME BACK TO THE REAL WORLD! I WANT TO GO BACK! Shannon grabs me and holds me.

This isn’t normal. We’re fighting in the real world. he should hate me. I snuggle into his chest. NO! I can’t control my body! This isn’t good! Now I can’t get home. I can’t leave. I have to stay. I have to watch. True, Shannon is my crush, and true, I want him to hold me like he is in this world, but, if I let him in this one, then that means, when I go back, it’ll hurt more. STOP! Stop everything! No more! The pain in my chest is unbearable! I can’t do this! I can’t stay like this. Some one calls to me. I turn to see Alexa and some other people who are familiar yet I do not know them. Alexa walks over to Shannon and I. She asks if I need a ride home. I say no, My parents aren’t home and I’ll just go back with Shannon. She nods and climbs into a car I’ve never seen before. She drives off and Shannon and I walk to my house.

We walk in through the front door and I lock it. Suddenly, I remember something. Something from the real world. My father told my to close the garage. So, I walk through the house and out into the garage. As soon as I get out there, a car speeds around the corner. It’s my friends car. Suddenly, I here the car screech. I scream in pure agony as is hits the curb and runs into a brick mailbox, flipping over and coming to a stop. I hear a loud snap. the snapping of a bone. I run over to the crash. two friends come out of the car. I’m heaving with sobs as I ask where is Alexa? As soon as the words left my mouth, a steam of crimson blood trickled out of the wreck. My heart shattered. I bent down to look into the car, but just before I could see through the window, I woke up.

That is just what one dream was like. God knows how many more I will have.

But these dreams are not what scares me. No, the thing that scares me is the things that I see. Seeing the dead is one thing, but them using you as a channel through to the real word is something else.

When I’m sitting in class with a glazed over gaze, you’d think I was just some other teenager, daydreaming. Sadly, for me, this is not the case. There are spirits that use me to see into the real world. They use my body as their body. Most of the time, I have no memory of these periods of time when I’m not there. That’s why I don’t remember what happens to me during the day.

Also, spirits use my energy to fuel them. That is why I’m always so drained-mentally and physically. Have you ever seen a different time period? I have. Every day in my life. It’s an odd and interesting occurrence. Something that I’m sure most psychics don’t experience. Ever since I was little, I’ve seen bits and pieces from a different time period. A time were I’m seventeen.

Let’s start at the beginning. Once, when I was three, I saw this time. In the vision, I was talking to a man. He said the year was 1549. When I woke up from the trance I was in, I asked my mom what year it was. She told me 1997. I told her that couldn’t be because the man said it was 1549. She gave me an odd look but reassured me it was 1997.

Now, eight years later, I’ve figured this much out; I’ve been living and seeing things through the eyes of another girl named Claira. This is the story of Claira. She was born and raised in an old English village many years ago. When she was fifteen, she met a boy. His name was Clark. Now, Clark and Claira fell in love and they were set to wed. But, Clark was in the army and left before they could get married. Claira used to stand upon a cliff, waiting for Clark’s ship to return. One day, news came of Clark. He was killed in a raid of the ship. But Claira refused to accept the fact that Clark was dead. So, she waited upon the cliff gazing out at the sea. Never eating, never sleeping, never moving from that spot. Claira died by committing suicide. She jumped off the cliff, falling to her death.

I am followed by Claira frequently. she appears in a long white dress with wavy brown hair and blue eyes. She wears a golden locket around her neck. This is a dream I had two years ago about Claira:

I stood on a cliff, staring at the beautiful woman before me. Her chocolate hair fluttered around her as a gust of wind brushed past us.

She Turned around and looked at me. She was standing on the edge of the cliff with the sea behind her. She gave me a soft sad smile. She took one step back and I reached out to her. Suddenly, she fell backwards off the cliff. I reached down to save her, but the only thing I grabbed was the golden locket. Just before she hit the water, I woke up. I sat straight up in my bed and move my hand. But, as soon as I did, I felt it clutching something. I opened my hand. When I did, my nose bled. My vision got hazy. I felt like my world was spinning because in my hand was none other than the golden locket I had grabbed just before Claira plunged to her death.

So, now that you’ve heard some of my experiences, do think I’m a medium? Or do you think that I’m just some silly kid with an over grown imagination? Either way it doesn’t matter, because no matter what you believe, it’s still real to me. And to all you adults out there. Ghosts are real. And not all of them are nice like Claira. So, when your kid gets an imaginary friend, make sure you talk to them about it. Because that imaginary friend my just be your kid’s personal poltergeist.

Good bye for now. Claira is here with me as I type. She sends her greetings to all of you, and she wish’s to say that not all ghosts are nice. Keep your eyes open, and maybe, just maybe, you may see just what I see.

Written by Morgan Park, Copyright 2009