My name is Emma Martin and I'm 13 years old. For the past 3 or 4 years I have been experiencing people that are dead. I did experience this when I was younger, but it had stopped for a while then it all happened again.
On the year I was born, my daddy's brother named Eugene died in a car crash. Sadly his ribs and lungs got crushed and died from having no breath. I never saw him when I was younger but around 2006, I started seeing him. Whenever I saw him, he would have just been standing there smiling at me.
But one day something a little different happened. I was in my sitting room with my mum and dad and we where watching a movie. My uncle Eugene came into the sitting room and sat on the couch beside my dad. My dad couldn't see him but I could. He turned at daddy and rubbed his arm. My dad then had shocked expression on his face because he could feel something rubbing his arm. When I saw his face I told him it was Eugene but then Eugene started to make me cry because he was mad I told daddy that it was him. Then later on that night Eugene came into my room. He wasn't very happy but I did say sorry which made him smile. Ever since that day my uncle has been here and there around me. I always remember seeing him when I'm in certain situations.
Sometimes though, I don't see Eugene, I see shadows. Shadows of people that I don't think I know. Sometimes the shadows are very faded but sometimes they're beside me and they are very full looking. I remember when I was about 8, I saw this small shadow. It looked to be a little boy. I don't ever remember having a little boy in my family die so I started to get a bit scared. One time I seen the little boy's shadow and my uncle Eugene standing beside each other. Eugene seemed happy when the boy was there so I thought I should be happy. At night from that day I seen the boy's shadow I could always feel him sitting on my bed staring at me.
I always thought Eugene sent him here to me to take care of me when Eugene couldn't but then things started to change. This little boy was getting into my dreams. He always scared me sometimes for no reason and I always felt as if he was trying to warn me.
About a year after tall these nightmares my mummy's brother Peter died. This is when I got the thought of the little boy's warnings. Since Peter died the little boy never came to see me. I never seen my uncle Peter's ghost until his first anniversary of being dead. When I did see him he was standing behind mummy and he put his hand on her shoulder. She started to cry and told her mummy (my granny) that she could feel him touching her. I went up to her and told her that it was him, but she didn't believe because I was only young. But then Peter bent down to me and smiled. I remember this because he went to kiss me but didn't because he seen his two younger sisters and wanted to go beside them. Ever since that day I've seen Peter and he has always helped me in some way when I wasn't happy or if I was in bother.
In about 2011 or 12, I started boxing. I started it because my daddy and his two younger brothers, including Eugene, did it and seemingly it was on the blood that we were good boxers. Turns out that every time I fought in a club a coach would go up to my daddy and say that I have a special way of fighting. My daddy was my coach so he always took pride in these compliments. One day I was fighting in a big tournament. It was an Ulster tournament. Every time before I go to fight I always pray to my two uncles (Peter and Eugene). When I went up into the ring I could have sworn I heard my uncle Eugene. But I never paid attention to it. As the bell went for the first round to start I remember just freezing in the ring because my uncle Eugene was in the ring in front of me wearing boxing gloves. I remember him winking at me and then standing beside me. Every time my opponent went to hit, my uncle would do a move and I would copy him. At the end of my three rounds I won my fight thanks to my uncle.
Last year in 2013 in around November/December time my mum took a video of my little brother and sister dancing. In this video white things started to fly around and they were in front of the camera. Some were kind of of faded while the rest weren't. In this video my brother and sister go onto their knees and pretend to play guitar. As this was going on the door behind my brother, which leads into a bathroom, started to open slowly. After about 6 seconds, the door started to close, but I noticed someone in the bathroom moving which was unusual because it was only mummy and the two kids in the room.
About a week later or two later, my brother sat on my daddy's chair facing a painting of my uncle Eugene. He then said to my mum, "Mummy, I miss uncle Eugene. He was a very nice man. Will I ever see him again?" Keep in mind my brother never met Eugene for he wasn't born at this time. A few minutes later my brother then said to my mum,
"Mummy, I miss him, I'm going to cry.' Then he burst out into tears. Mummy was very scared for she couldn't understand how he knew Eugene.
A few days later, my brother then started taking pictures on his ipod. Daddy was babysitting him and was reading the newspaper. While he was reading my brother called him in and said, "Look at the bluepeter I took a picture of." If you don't know what a bluepeter is, then I'll tell you. It is a shadow of a person. Now, nobody told my brother what a bluepeter was, so we didn't know how he knew this. Daddy went and looked at the picture my brother wanted to show him. On this picture was a shadow in thin air shaped as a person. Daddy was very scared so he showed mum.
Recently in school I have not been doing so well. But my uncle Peter has been there for me because mummy told me to pray to him. I thought it was weird to pray to him but I did it anyway. And within a day he was there in school with me. Recently I have been in a fight with a girl. One day at lunch in school I seen Peter and Eugene together looking at this girl. They both looked angry at her. This was when I knew that mummy was right about praying to them.
A few days my brother said something but I didn't know about it until yesterday, when my cousin came up. My brother sat on her knee and said to her, "You see that painting on the wall? That is my uncle Eugene. He is my daddy's brother. Did you know he died in a car crash because he was drinking and he hit another car?" Me and my mum and dad were really freaked out that he knew this because no one told him how Eugene died. My cousin asked him how did he know this. My brother replied saying, "The fairies from up above told me." My brother pointed towards the sky when he said this. Then we all caught on that he was talking about angels.
Later on that night we put him to bed. I was sitting with daddy at the dinner table and we started talking about it. Daddy was upset because since my brother started talking about Eugene. He missed him a lot. He said to me that he would love to just at least see him one more time. At that moment I was going to tell him I could see him, but I didn't because I knew it just wasn't that moment of time to because he would be scared. As daddy was telling me how much he missed Eugene, Eugene was sitting at the table. He was smiling at daddy and then turned to me and smiled. He seemed happy that daddy was talking about him.
That is recently what has happened so far in my life with my dead relatives. Seems that me and my brother are special.
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