In my early teens, I began seeing spirits. Maybe I had been seeing them before, and simply brushing them off as figments of my overactive imagination, but all I know is my early teens is when I remember them really becoming noticeable.
They started off as blurs barely distinguishable from the corners of my eyes, to shadowed figures that only appeared for seconds at a time, and eventually they took on the forms of full blown apparitions. I should probably add that originally, I only really saw them at night. Recently however, I've been noticing them in broad daylight. This experience is about a room with some of the most spiritual activity I've ever experienced, and a lost girl I call Anna.
Around December 2014, my family and I traveled from Kissimee, Florida to Vancouver, Washington. We were hoping for a fresh start after some family drama that had happened between my mother and her mother, and hopefully a better living space. My father had gotten an offer from an old employer of his that would pay handsomely, and after a few days' deliberation, we decided to go for it. It was a long trip, especially when you consider that fact that I live in a seven person family, but it was made easier by that fact that we had two vehicles at the time. I won't bore you with insignificant details, so I'll just start at when we finally got there.
Our first day there, we were broke. My mother called up my father's new employer, and he agreed to give us an advance on my father's pay in exchange for taking it from his next check. We agreed, and set out to look for a decent hotel to spend the next week or so while we look for a home to buy (my mom didn't want to buy a home without first being able to see it in person). Unfortunately, if you have ever been to Washington, you would know that it is crazy expensive. After about the fourth hotel that was trying to charge a hundred dollars a night, we settled on a Motel 6.
The room was fairly nice, and actually pretty spacey for a Motel 6. It had two double/full sized beds on the right (I'm sorry for not being able to be more specific, I don't know much about bed sizes), and on the left it had a large TV along with a dresser/stand it sat upon. Straight ahead was the sink area, with a wide mirror that stretched along the entire counter/sink vicinity. There was a microwave on the counter next to the sink, and a little nook in front of it which had the hanger area. Directly right to the sink was the bathroom. The bathroom was very small, with only a toilet and the standard shower/tub combination.
Before I go any further, I would like to mention that my mother and brother are sensitive to spirits as well. My mother can communicate with the deceased through photos of them in life, and has recently started to do readings; however, she doesn't actually see them like my brother and myself. While I actually seem to attract more female and child spirits, my brother seems to attract the more malicious ones. He actually has many spirits and stories of his own, but those are another story. Maybe I will get his permission to post them, however case in point; I'm not the only 'spiritually gifted' in my family.
Anyhow, the first few nights were pretty tame if I remember correctly. I am a firm believer in 'debunking' whatever can be debunked. I am a wimp of the highest degree, and I sure didn't want to scare myself over something that could be explained! So at first, most of the strange occurrences could be debunked by the neighbors. Footsteps, voices, strange bumping. All of it was put down to the people in the other rooms. In fact, most of it probably was. I was content until what was probably the fourth night. Please keep in mind that my family spent over a year in that motel room, so I may sometimes get the timelines crisscrossed. If you notice it, please don't be afraid to point it out.
Around the fourth night, I started noticing a man. I would only notice him at night, usually when everyone else was sleeping, and he would stand in the dark corner where our jackets hung and stare at everyone sleeping. I didn't get a bad vibe, more I felt like he was just watching over them? I would try to stealthily stare him down, though all I could make out was that he wore a leather jacket and a fedora. I will point out that at the moment, two of my siblings shared one of the beds (the one closer to the bathroom and therefore the man), while myself and two other siblings had cots on the floor. We used to rotate, but I felt more comfortable on the my cot, as I was hidden from view (my cot was next to my parents' bed, closest to the door and right next to a table that was in front of the window).
At first, I didn't tell anyone about the man. Despite the fact that my brother sees them as well, and my mom can communicate with them, it scares my siblings and my mom hadn't yet fully embraced her 'gifts'. If me or my brother tried to tell her about the strange people we would see in random places, she would listen, but not much else. Keep in mind that at the time, I myself was just coming to accept the fact that maybe the people I saw weren't just daydreams or figments of my imagination. So I kept it quiet for a long period of time.
Sometime around mid Spring of 2015, things had changed. My mom had decided to embrace her gifts, and I had finally told my family about the man with the fedora. Surprisingly, after I finally told my family about him, I stopped seeing him regularly. In fact, I only saw him two more times that I can recall after that. I kind of got the feeling that he didn't want them to know about him? All I know is that he pretty much disappeared after that. However, now that I've told you all the background you need to know, I can finally tell you about the spirit that made the most impact on me throughout my stay in Motel 6.
Her name was Anna, and I noticed her first. It was awhile after fedora man had disappeared before I noticed that someone else had taken his spot. She would wait in the corner for hours at a time before I would finally hear the soft padding of her footsteps come across the room to my cot. Originally, she would only come about halfway, and sometimes she would even crawl! She scared the daylights out of me, as all I knew was that she was a spirit that would only come to me at night.
Eventually, I began to gather enough courage to actually look at her. The first thing I noticed was that her hair was long and dark in color, tangled beyond belief with what seemed to be twigs and leafs sticking out in various places. Her skin was streaked with dirt, and when she smiled at me I could see her teeth rotting. She wore nothing but a long whitish nightgown that was, like the rest of her, covered in dirt and tears in the fabric. Her feet were dirty and bare, and for the tiniest of moments, I thought of a person running though the woods. The person was desperate, all I knew was that they couldn't be caught by the bad man chasing them, they just couldn't. Branches whipped them in the face, and rocks and sticks tore at their feet but they kept running.
Just as quickly, I was back in the present, and Anna was still there, just smiling at me. I quickly hid beneath my blankets and tried to feign sleep. The next day, I told my brother about Anna, and was surprised to hear him say that he hadn't seen her yet. But then he told me that he had been dreaming about her. He said that she didn't like him, and was always glaring and angry whenever he saw her. He also said that he kept seeing what seemed to be the woods, and that was where he usually saw her in his dreams.
I was baffled. Why would Anna hate my brother, when she was so nice to me? This cycle continued for a long while. I would see Anna, and she would treat me almost gently; doing things such as humming and sitting by my head. She seemed to like me, and she gave off an almost maternal feel sometimes. Though at other times, she seemed to be not so happy to see me. She would stay far away in her corner, and not approach me for days. Eventually, I asked my mom for help.
I wanted answers. Who was Anna? Why was she so attached and affectionate with me and only me, and why did she dislike my brother? What happened to her, and why does she look the way she does? So at my mothers request, I drew a picture of her, and my mom sent it to her psychic friends. To be honest, I wasn't expecting much. Boy was I wrong.
By the next day we already had three replies, with all of them saying the same thing. Her name was Anna or Hannah (for some reason, Anna just resonates with me, and it is what I have stuck to calling her), and she seemed to have been neglected in life. She died an awful death, and she seemed to like me because I remind her of a sister she once had. She's also jealous of me because I have the family she's always wanted, but could never have. My mind was blown. That was much more information than what I expected, and I was truly glad to finally know a little bit about Anna.
Soon after, I stopped seeing Anna. I could occasionally sense her, but for the most part she stopped appearing in front of me. I got the feeling she was ashamed? It was almost like she was afraid I would dislike her after learning a bit about her. But I also got this feeling of overwhelming relief, as if she was glad that I put her out there. Soon after I learned why.
Recently, my mother was contacted by a psychic detective. The detective claimed that Anna has shown up at her home, and she had some information we might find useful. What I am about to tell you might sound crazy, or even fictional, but I promise you that it is the truth.
According to the detective with the help of my mother, Anna seems to have been a child of incest, and died a sad death sometime in the early 1920's. They say that she was neglected, and possibly sexually abused by a relative (probably the father), and might have been killed off to keep it a secret. When prompted, we were all shocked to learn that Anna led the detective straight to my great grandmother's land, a woodsy area in Dahlonega, Georgia. My mother had told us stories of how way back when, my great uncle would tell her about how they have a pond in the woods somewhere, the perfect place to dump a body and have no one find it. I almost couldn't believe it. However, it explained so much. Why Anna attached to me, why she dislikes my brother (or rather men in general), and her affection and jealousy.
The detective is still looking for more information on Anna, and I eagerly await her answers. I will try to find the sketch I drew of Anna and post it here. Please tell me what you think, I would love to hear everyone's thoughts in the comments! If anyone needs something clarified as well, don't be afraid to ask. Thank you for reading my experience.