Past Life Daughter

Quite some time ago, a year or two max, my brother and I had an unexplainable encounter. Voices, a conversation from behind a door where an old safe used to be. We recently moved into this old building, it was barren and all but forgotten at the time. I tell this tale where-ever stories of ghosts and visages are shared. Amongst friends, amongst strangers but more importantly, it has become a bond for my brother and me.

One day, midday on a Wednesday, my brother and I were setting up our PC's in the living room intending on having a LAN with a friend of mine who would come later that afternoon. As we were plugging in cables and setting up we both froze and looked at that door. At first I thought it was my imagination and I did what any spooked older brother might do:

"Did you hear something?" to which he hastily replied, "Yes, I did..."

We both heard a voice, that of a little child. It sounded like one half of a conversation, a frightening one. We couldn't make out exactly what was said but we both agreed that it was based on a child who was afraid of something, or maybe someone? We both kept staring at that door... We knew about the safe because we were present when my dad took it out and we were as intrigued by the answer to the question "What could be in there?" as my dad was. We opened the rusty safe by means of an axe on the brittle casing of the safe. We found nothing inside; just sand, which I presume, was the filling of the safe-walls, Sand between two sheets of iron. I am no safe-maker so I don't know how they made safes back in the day. Since then we had small occurrences here, which involved the sound of windows breaking but at investigation to find no windows broken, tales of my friend feeling uncomfortable and hearing voices too and interesting cases of chills.

The tale continues on to a friend and me; Wiccan spiritualist and someone I could divulge anything to, a friend who didn't think I'm clinically insane. She and I both have had dreams of a little girl, dreams that started after hearing the voices. After exchanging tales we started talking about "my daughter", which I started to call the spirit I've heard and the girl from my dreams. The strangest thing is that he girl in both our dreams' name was Sarah. And my friend, whom I only recently started befriending, said that she could swear we were married in a past life. Many dreams followed, many tales one of the most prominent ones being cases where her stepfather was awakened one evening by a little girl, he isn't someone who believes in spirits and ghosts and he dismissed it as a dream... Dreams, such curious things...

I see that if I am to include everything I've experienced now and all of the thoughts that come through my mind I might end up writing a book instead of just my experience. But this has become a part of my life now and I've grown accustomed to Sarah, the possibilities of events of a past life and such but some days I'm as intrigued by happenings. It's like living in a dream...