I was thirteen years old and lived with my mother, whom I didn't really get along with. We didn't hate each each other, we were just at a point where we didn't understand one another. She had was divorced from her second husband, and I was done being polite. Yep - typical teenager.
We had moved with my sister and mother. The place gave me the creeps on first sight. My sister and I shared a room, it was a pretty cool room, spacious and had two wide windows that let in lots of sunlight. It overlooked a catwalk. The condo looked no different from any other on the block. I remember telling my mom that I wasn't comfortable here, but was afraid to tell her why. Finally after many months I told her that I can sense things. She laughed and asked me what did I think I can feel? (different question from what I had admitted to her.) I, in my young age, admitted that I must have been mistaken.
One particular night Mom was working late at our family restaurant. My sister and I were home alone. No big deal - I'm thirteen, I'm a big girl. My 8 year old sister was a wimp, would not even go potty without me. We were sleeping one night and then I heard the front door rattle. Then I heard the front window rattle as well. We're upstairs- why am I hearing this as my little sister is sleeping peacefully besides me (the wimp)? I laid down trying to go back to sleep, then I heard a very female voice tell me to wake up. Wake up now! As my bed was closest to the window, I jumped! I checked on my sister who was fast asleep (nothing out my window) and proceeded down the stairs. I sat down on the couch which looked at the front door and huge bay window. My skin was crawling. As I'm looking at the front door, the stairs start creaking. One by one - fifteen in all. I freaked out. I cannot begin to tell you the emotion I was feeling. Or how scared I was. The front door rattled, then our front window started shaking. Then silence. Suddenly I hear a window breaking from upstairs. My room - my sister. I raced upstairs and the window above my bed was broken. Someone had tried to break in. The police were called and the young male was caught - still on the catwalk.
Later that night my mom came to me and admitted that she also sensed things as a child. She told me that woman that had lived in our condo prior to us had died of cancer, and that Mom only agreed to move in was because it was an accepted death and she wanted to die at home. Our home.
Little did I know, this was just my beginning.