For as long as I can remember, there has always been things that happen to me without any reasoning to them at all. I've never wrote about anything that has happened to me, due to the fact that most people would probably think I'm crazy, some people think I might have a third eye, those who believe in the spirit world are going to think that I'm asking for it... And in a way I am. So in short, here are my stories and if you are someone or know someone that can help me understand why I have these experiences, I would love to talk to you.
Let's start from the beginning: when I was younger, about 4 or 5 years old, I woke up one night. Not too strange, we were in a new house with new things, I had a new room, new toys, the works. Yet on this night when I woke, I saw men and women dancing in clothes that looked like they were from the 1800's, ballgowns and suits, dancing around in my room. I just sat there and watch them danced from awhile until I had this urge to leave my room. When I was headed out the door, across the hall was my parents' room, it was darker than anything I have ever seen... And it was cold. I didn't want to walk in there at all.
Lucky for me, I had a dog, at this point in time he was a puppy. His name was Nick. I'm calling for him and he comes into my room. At this point in time I see bright orbs on the walls in the hallways. I watched them for a few minutes. As I'm looking at these orbs, I see an arm at the top of my doorway, swinging an axe. It really freaked me out. So with my dog, I took him by the collar and crawled under this swinging axe, walked down the hallway following the orbs that seemed to be playing with each other down the hall to the living room. It was cold. I remember being a little scared.
I remember following Nick into the breezeway of my house. We're facing the living room and that's when I see it. All the orbs that I'd been following then hovered over this blue chest my parents got from Key West then flew into it!
Me and Nick watched as this man stood up from the middle of this chest. He had to be in his 40's, an older man, wearing overalls and this look of sadness. It was white and blue glowing, but I could tell this was a African-American man, and he looked at me. I feel like he could see me, now that I'm thinking about it. Nick started growling, stood in front of me barking. I start crying for my mom, but no one heard us, and we were loud.
The next thing I see is this arm, maybe the same arm that was holding the axe, but this time it held a whip. This time it struck this man and took his head off. He fell into the chest and Nick stop growling.
The next morning I woke up in the breezeway to both my parents asking why I was sleeping with the dog, and why I was not in my bed, so I told them. My father told me I was dreaming and my mother asked for more detail and then took me to church that following Sunday.
This is the beginning of my life and the things that came to follow me currently.
If anyone can help me answer the question: "Why does this happen to some people but not all? Is this a sign of some kind? Have I met this man before?"
Anything will do, please answer truthfully. Thank You.