I grew up in an old haunted farmhouse, every week for 7 years some weird unexplained thing would happen, such as people seeing a tall shadow of a man, my dead dog scratching the door, the tv turning off whenever there was swearing (gotta love the Victorians lol), etc. Being in this environment I became more sensitive... Sometimes I had dreams I was another girl, in some depressing American ghetto, which is totally different to my life so I wondered where that came from. Me and my two best friends started playing the Ouija board (which made us SO tired all the time but much more sensitive!)
One night when I was 14, I awoke in the middle of the night and there was a soft blue glow in the room. I turned to face the other way, and that's when I saw him sitting next to me on the bed - I slowly looked him over: brown boots, blue jeans, blue checkered shirt, big brown eyes staring ahead reminiscently. He looked as solid as you or me. With a start, he realized I was awake, tilted his head down and smiled at me. This was the first time I saw a ghost; until then I thought I'd pee my pants or have a heart attack if I saw one, but I felt so calm and content. I don't know why but my first reaction was to touch him; but as soon as I tried, he vanished. This was 10 years ago this month, and since then he's appeared in my dreams at least once every two months.
Starting about a year before this happened, there was already about 6 spirits who would regularly appear in my dreams, I could talk to them on the Ouija board or automatic writing too. They were all friends, all from American ghettos, and they always looked the same, acted the same, same names, every time I dreamt of them. This lasted about 6 years altogether. They gave me some information on him: only his name (I'll call him Keith), Madison projects, and Alabama. They said I knew him in a past life... Within a month of seeing 'Keith,' I was so depressed, living on that farm with more dead people than living people around me. My family and friends all had experiences in that house, like seeing or hearing or feeling something, but as for me and my two friends, after playing the Ouija board for so long, we could actually communicate telepathically with them; unfortunately nobody believed us and thought we were mentally ill. I felt so betrayed that even my own family, after years of experiencing such things together, wouldn't believe me. On the other hand I felt such a strong connection to the spirits that I would rather be with them.
In my despair, I attempted suicide by overdose. My Mom rushed me to the hospital where I was in intensive care, my body was twice its size (so I was told, I don't remember much about it). The doctor came in and said I had 2 days to live. My Mom was hysterical; seeing my Mom like that is the worst experience in my entire life. I felt like a coward, I felt so guilty. I wondered if I was going to die; but I felt empty, and for once I didn't feel the spirits around me. During my stay in the hospital, once I saw a tall shadow of a man walk quickly into the room, and disappear.
The next day I was in a room next to a guy screaming with a helmet on and something sharp stuck in his head(!?) so I figured I was in the worst part of the hospital and didn't have long to live. But by some miracle (I never asked why) I actually survived. It took one month of bed rest to recover. Once I was recovered, I saw the spirits in a dream; we were in a field, and they approached me and said that I can't handle them now, and they're sorry. They shook my hand and said goodbye. For 6 months after that dream, there was no ghostly activity at all...
To be continued...
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