In the 70's, as a very young girl of about 4, I had to share a bedroom with my older sister in our house in Main Road, Strand. Many a night I would see these odd monster like "faces" swarming around the room and when it got too bad to handle I would have to pluck up the courage to jump out of my bed and dash to my parents' bedroom next to us. My dad would get upset with my mom for letting me sleep in their bedroom on these nights but she always ignored his moaning (thank goodness!)
It was only many, many years later, when I was about 20, when my father told me what really happened back at that house and why my mom probably always allowed me to seek comfort with them. My mother, you see, was psychic and also a medium, but very much an unwilling one. These entities and energies were forever drawn to her, appearing to her, talking to her etc. She got pretty annoyed with them at times and didn't really want to explore her gift like people want to do nowadays.
A few years after her and my dad got married they decided to get her her own little car. They heard of a family friend who had an old VW Beetle he wanted to get rid of. He told her she could buy it from him and arrangements were made. Unfortunately he must have had some serious problems in his life for not long thereafter he committed suicide by blowing his head off with a shotgun. As you can imagine this could not have been a pretty sight and this unfortunately is how he appeared to my mother in that house of ours in Main Road! She woke up one night with him standing next to her bed, obviously trying to apologize for the deal that will not be able to go through anymore... This is but one of many shocking paranormal moments my poor mother had to endure in her life.
Strange but true. For this reason my mother must've understood my fear exactly when I explained to her on those nights what I saw in my little mind. Bless her heart. My "seeing" and "sensing" continued but those are stories for later which I will share with you soon.:-)