I live in an apartment building in the Bronx. All my life I've been able to see, feel and hear spirits. I've always tried to dismiss this area of my quirky self. My son is the same way too.
On this night, I was smoking my last cigarette and going through the mail in the kitchen before retiring for bed.
The kitchen window has a fire escape, and down below is where the alley cats get it on. They were making weird howling sounds which sounded nothing like when they're getting it on.
It sounded kind of crazy. They all stopped, which is what got my attention. I'm so, so glad that I didn't have my glasses on when it happened.
I looked towards the window and I saw white hands on the fire escape bars. The spirit was pulling itself towards the window. I was scared as ish! I ran (do you hear me? RAN!) to my sons room, heart beating outta sheer fright! Didn't see the face, only the outline.
I told my son Chris what happened, so he went to look, only to say that nothing was there. He undoubtedly believes what happened to me as we share our experiences.
But this is one incident of many that's etched in my memory because this spirit got too close. Its frightful.
I don't like it when they manifest and I always get outta dodge because I don't want to see them. Scary!
This is an area of my life that I wish could be turned completely off.
How does a person cope with the ability to actually see or hear spirits? For years I've have always tried to mask it. Any suggestions from readers who have some knowledge on this would be greatly appreciated.