I have been seeing things since I was a little girl. The farthest back I can remember would be when I was 6 years old and I was awakened by small whispers and opened my eyes to be face to face with a dark shadow figure. I was always told that if I had a bad dream to just close my eyes and it would all go away but after doing so it was still there so I knew this wasn't a dream.
I have since then moved to another house, one much older. I sleep in our furnished basement and have had countless experiences. Knocking, whispers, touched, and hair standing on end. It feels like no matter where I go it will always be there watching me. Although sometimes I can see actual people but knowing they are not alive.
When I visit my Granny's (an old funeral home) I see people I have never seen before. Just last night was a sleepless night when I stayed down there and heard footsteps above me all night in the part that we a renovating. I heard not only a voice but a conversation going on in the room outside of mine, after checking on my sleeping Granny I knew it wasn't her. I try and share these experiences with people here with little belief and support. However I usually know when these experiences are going to occur. It's like the room shifts from a normal room to something much greater and Goosebumps appear all over my body. Sometimes during the night I have dreams about people dying. A few times noticing that they are the people I see during an experience.
I mentioned earlier that we are renovating upstairs at my Granny's and part of it including paint, this morning when I went to finish my previous painting project, I kid you not, and my paint brushes were moved to a complete different room separate from where the painting is taking place. And it just so happens that the room where I found the paint brushes were laid on my great great aunt's room that passed away before I was born. She had started renovating before she had a sudden heart attack. After this, renovating stopped and the area became a storage area.
I believe that she is back to help finish what she began. Although this sounds innocent some of my experiences scare me, including my name being whispered and the feeling of my hair being pulled, getting kicked in the back, and the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. I didn't know where else to go to share my experiences. I will report back with more I'm sure sooner than later. Thanks for reading!