I am new to this site, but I have always wanted to tell my story to a larger crowd. I have not told many people this story. It took me a year to even bring it up for the first time. It just seems so insane and farfetched that I figured no one would believe me! Please give me your thoughts.
I am a 29 year old female. When I was 16 years old, I was at my best friend's house whom I almost lived with. I was always over at her house. We regularly hung out in the garage that we turned into a little hang out area. We had music and a table for playing cards at. Her house was an older house. It always put off the creep vibe but I had never had a paranormal experience so it definitely was not something that was on my mind.
On one particular night, my best friend and I were hanging out in the garage. She left the room to eat, I followed but then had to return for something before she did. There was a cloth we hung from the door that divided the hangout room from the actual garage. As I walked into the garage, I remember hearing Bob Marley playing on the stereo.
I pulled the cloth divider back and immediately could see a little boy sitting on the ground. He was sitting crossed legged and looking up at the stereo as if he was enjoying the music. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and his hair was wavy, fire engine red. Right at that moment, I realized I was seeing a spirit. I could see right through him. The garage door behind him was visible through his body. I shut the curtain.
Then BAM like out of nowhere my mind, eye, my spirit came out of my body. I went right through the curtain and for a second I could see every thread in it. Then the curtain was behind me. I was in the same room as the little boy and I could see him very clearly. My spirit went right in front of him doing a circle around him and then stopping. I was looking him directly in his blue eyes. I could see every freckle in his face. Then as fast as it happened I entered back to my body.
I quickly left the room. Before I could make it out, I heard a voice but not an actual voice, it was like having someone else's thought in my head. It asked "Are you scared of me?" I believe the child ghost communicated with me telepathically. I quickly got out of there. I did not even tell my best friend. I just thought it sounded too crazy.
This is a story I have kept to myself for many years. Just writing about it brings tears to my eyes. This was something that was very terrifying for me at 16 and I thought about it a lot. I tried to do research of the property and nothing. I had more experiences then this one in that house and in life. I will share with you guys as soon as I get a chance. Thanks for reading. Stay tuned...
I'll back up everything you have said! I am a natural redhead too (best regards to your doubtless lovely redheaded wife) and I've done my own research too. Sometimes it is rather difficult to convince doctors regarding the problems with anesthesia and pain killers etc - we can also tolerate a higher level of pain... But once it gets over that threshold... Man oh man it takes a lot to turn it down again! In terms of ability to experience the paranormal - I don't class myself a psychic or even all that sensitive but I have had quite a few experiences and tend to be highly intuitive - however, I am in agreement that it's not necessarily a factor of hair color. Have you or your wife ever read 'The Roots of Desire' by Marion Roach - if not, I highly recommend it! It's a must-read for redheads and deals with a lot of the same information you mentioned plus the folk history of redheads in society.
Back to the story with my apologies to the author if it seems we have drifted off topic. I don't doubt your account at all - it was very straight forward and concisely related. I wonder if the red hair might actually have quite a lot to do with the experience - not that redheads have special powers (though folk tales in ages gone by have made such claims) but actually quite the opposite... Redheads are often victims of horrid taunting, teasing and bullying because of their red hair - we are called ugly, freaks, carrot tops, told we don't have souls (take the US reaction to South Park's wildly irresponsible idea of 'National Kick a Ginger Day' as an example) etc. Perhaps, whoever this little boy was, he was accustomed to bullying and ostracism - it might have hurt his feelings when you turned away. Perhaps the emotional reaction he had when he witnessed someone turning away from him again created enough energy to draw you in where he made you *look* at him to see that he wasn't a monster, just a little boy.
I don't know, I'm a redhead, my brother is a redhead and my first love and now best friend are all redheads - so maybe I am just biased towards redheads and quick to read my partiality into my own interpretations.