I have always been intrigued by the unknown since I was a little girl. Family members couldn't understand why and sometimes even thought I might be evil or possessed. My father is a Jehovah's Witness, and that religion didn't believe there were any spirits trapped here, that all it was is demons mocking the dead. I really don't know what to believe but soon I moved to my mom's house in the far out mountains, where I could believe my own things.
Well, I came to this website so I could share my greatest, most paranormal experience. You see, my father's side of the family is all Navajo, and I am related to many shaman (medicine men) which are very spiritually sensitive people, and I believe I have inherited that sensitive gene.
To cut to the chase, my family and I had moved out of an older house and a few years after we had moved into our new house. I was sleeping and randomly woke up in the middle of the night, shocked to what I had seen. It was a grey face, Navajo features, wrinkly and white hair that stuck out like a porcupine. Its eyes were closed and I was breathless. I had no choice but to force myself to go back to sleep.
In the morning I had awoken and realized the cold fact that this was no dream. Then a sudden realization hit me. The spirit I had previously seen was my great, great, great grandfather, Manuelito. He was the last chief of the Navajo; he led out people though the Long Walk. Was this his spirit I had seen?
The night after that I told my dad and grandmother, but they totally ignored it. Called it a dream. Of course, typical of parents but somehow the expressions on their faces told me otherwise. I told my mom about it recently and she looked shocked. She replied to my story with "Your father and grandma have seen similar things... They should understand better." Maybe they didn't want me to know something... Maybe they thought I had demons... But it was an untouched subject and I have a feeling it's going to stay that way.
Though it's been a few years now, I still have an unsettling feeling when I try to sleep, I fear waking up to that grey face again... Or something worse.
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My dad became a Jehovah's Witness from meeting one of the door to door campains. My grandmother is not a witness, she has no specific belief but has been fed these things by my dad, therefore siding with him.
And I know it probably was a family member, but the fact that I can see these things brings me fear that soon again I will see something, but something different. I fear I will see something more negative. But thanks for the feedback! Xoxo DarkAngel77