I was born in a suburb of just north of Los Angeles to Mexican immigrant parents who were/are staunch Roman Catholics and view anything paranormal as being a work of Satan. The house I grew up in was old; I think built in the 40's. I remember many strange things happening there, but I didn't know at the time what it was I was seeing. When I told my mom about my experiences, she told me Satan was appearing to me because I had been bad. (Yeah, thanks Mom, for comforting me like that). So whenever I did see anything, I got very, very scared, wondering what I did to make Satan appear to me.
One of my most memorable experiences was when I was 5 or 6. I was sitting on the floor playing with some toys when I saw a dark-haired young man wearing a yellow shirt and grey pants walk through our living room wall. I can still see him like it was yesterday. He had greased-back hair in a "ducktail" style. Reflecting on it much later, his clothes were cut like they were in the 50's - high waist, thin belt and darts on the shirt. Later on in my life I saw this man a few more times, once when I was riding in a car with my then-husband and some of his friends. They didn't see him, only I did. The last time was when I was in my late 20's.
I've been told it's my spirit guide, but who knows? I was never scared when I saw him, just curious and wondering why he appeared only to me.
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