When I was 7 years old, I lived in Ayer, MA with my mom and her boyfriend. I had always been a pain to get put to bed because I hated it. I was petrified of the dark and being alone. I would often be awake listening to the TV downstairs until Mom and Frank went to sleep. My door was always left open just enough so I could see the hall light and my mom could check on me without waking me.
There was one night that I was being very difficult, I did it a lot without any reason. My mom had just put me back to bed, I tried to sleep but I couldn't. I opened my eyes and looked over at my door, I saw a women standing there. She was surrounded by green light and she had something in her hands. She looked exactly like my mom, I thought it was her and called out to her as I continued to look at the figure. There was no reply. I freaked out and hid under the covers, when I came out she was gone.
Around the same time period I had been awake listening to the movie Mom was watching, it was 13 ghosts. This later became my favorite movie. I had no idea what they were watching, nor did I go and sit at the top of the stairs to watch it. My mom assumed I did and that's why I was afraid. I was just laying there and suddenly saw a little girl go past my door and into the bathroom. I freaked out. I'm an only child, the light was on in the hall and Mom was right downstairs. It wasn't until I was 13 I found out my mom believed in ghosts and just didn't want to scare me by telling me.
A year later, I was 8 or 9 and my older sister had just died of a heart attack. I was okay with it, but I did miss her. Her birthday had either just passed or was coming up, I couldn't sleep, as always. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander but didn't fall asleep. If I was asleep I wouldn't have woken so quick after this. A vision came to me, I was standing in a room with my whole family. We were having a birthday party, there was a banner on the wall that said happy birthday. My older sister came up to me and I hugged her. I wished her a happy birthday and she laughed. I opened by eyes after this and felt strange.
Later on in life I lived in a house in Brookline, NH with my mom and her soon to be husband, Josh. My mom cared for a man who had a stroke and couldn't live alone. Two of his daughters had committed suicide in the house. My mom and I would constantly see things and my mom would hear the dishes being washed. By hand, in the middle of the night, she thought it was me and went upstairs (her room was in the basement) to make sure I was okay; nothing was there. I had also once seen a huge spider crawl across the floor, but we never found it. It was like the size of a Frisbee.
So many weird things have happened to me. I'm a Pagan now and almost 20, I've lived in other haunted homes and I work with spirits. I am a medium, but not as powerful as I could be. I do not practice often. I love the spirits and they are my friends. It's creepy, but I cannot sleep if they are not watching me. If I stay at a friends house who has no spirits I cannot sleep and have the constant urge to cry.