Hi, everyone! This is a story about my first experience. My mom died in a bad car accident when I was 7 in 1989. I was extremely close to her and it tore me apart. At that time, I was taken away from the family I knew to live with my real dad and soon to be step-mom. I was at a point where I was having post-traumatic nightmares and trying to adjust to my new family, home, and school.
One night, I was asleep in my room and something woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw a smokey figure standing by my bed. Of course, I was about 9 and it freaked me out, so I turned to face the wall and prayed to God to make it go away; not thinking it could have been my mom there to comfort me. After praying, I turned back to see if it was still there, and it was gone... Oddly, I was not scared.
After that event, I got curious. I got up and went to the kitchen to see if I could figure out a logical explanation of what I had seen. I smelled by the stove to see if something was burning. It was in the middle of the night, so who would be cooking? Every knows about the first experience; you always try to think of a logical way to put things together, instead of just accepting the fact you just saw a ghost. I went back to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I kept asking myself, "Why didn't I ask if that was her, or tell her I love her and miss her so bad?" I guess I got freaked out in the moment.
I'm 25 going on 26 and I feel her around me sometimes, but most of all, I can smell her. Even if it's just for a split second. It makes me smile. My step-mom never allowed me to talk about her because she was jealous. I had held this in for many years until her and my dad split 10 years later. Then I met a woman in 2003 that I refer to as my adopted mom. She has a what I call the "sixth sense" with many more stories to come.
Thank you for allowing me to share this and I hope you've enjoyed it.