There was never a time that I didn't sense beings. I believe everywhere is haunted with some being or energy, but the house at 1727 Verbena Way Reno Nevada, the house of my youth, was one of those places that could psychically sensitize even the most insensitive!
There was a male presence felt by my brother, my sister and myself. He was in the kitchen and we felt a sense of doom every time we ascended the stairs to the second story. My sister and I were left at home alone there one night, when were quite young. We were sitting at the table eating our TV dinners when a bowl and spatula were deliberately picked up from the counter and glided across the room to the table. We were frozen with fear and awe.
Eventually, my family moved because of work, and I was so happy, it was to Sacramento and I definitely felt life was going to get better. The first time we walked into our new house, in Sacramento on Kokanee way, I was personally overwhelmed, it was new and beautiful! My parents felt like they had done well in their purchase, buying it as a foreclosure, they had paid less! However, they had kept one secret from us kids. That when they had initially bought the house all looked normal and good until they went into the master bedroom and entered the bathroom. Blood was saturating the walls even the ceiling was streaked with red blood! And in the shower was the carcass of a chicken. It appeared to be a ritual killing. Likely, they killed the chicken to seal a curse upon the house and it's next tenants.
A few years later when I got told about this and then confirmed it with my mother, it seemed to echo my sense of that house, rather than alarm me. The house was active. One small example is the wall that refused to have pictures put upon it. I tried everything from tacky to tape to tacks, that is what held everything else up in my room. On that wall, however, nothing would stay. The pictures and holders would be on the floor before I could turn around. This pissed me off. So I decided to use a nail! Tapping the wall I located the stud then proceeded to hammer in the nail, then I hung up the picture. I walked away then turned my head back to see the most astonishing thing. The picture pulled laterally from the wall and for a moment I was worried it would fly across the room to decapitate me like the dead chicken. Thankfully, it seemed to descend deliberately, not fall, to the ground. My heart was racing, but I had to see if the nail was still in the wall, strangely it WAS still there. As I stood there examining it I laughed, bemused. Then the light went out with a snap, and absolute darkness and terror took hold of me. I threw open the bedroom door and ran out screaming my sisters name.
For along time I thought this was just my lot in life and never expected anything different. I accepted ghosts would always hang around and bother me. That was until I was a teenager. At about 17 my life was better than it had ever been. Despite horror stories about foster care, I happened to be in a foster home that made me feel safe and happy and hopeful! The next twist of this story will make a lot sensitive's want to rip my head off, but in the interest in honest reporting I'll tell you. My psychic ability towards everything else, beings, energies shifted. The shift was from having a Hubble macro scope to having a shield membrane that sifted out ambient energy and focused only on what would personally enhance me. This was a tandem shift too, the more safe and happy I became the less macro scope I was, and the more my psychic ability tuned down to just me and my interests.
After a good many months of enjoying this change I asked myself to shift back into "macro scope sensitivity". And I did. Strange, but true.