When I was young, my aunt (who first introduced me to the world of the paranormal), always said to me that I had a gift. While my mother was pregnant with me, my father had built our house that we now live in. Previously, there had been an old house that had been knocked down to make way for a safer new house. My parents had been living there a couple of months before I was born. All was well until they brought me home from the hospital, when strange things started happening.
My mother told me the telly would switch on and off by itself. At night time they would hear babies crying, they would check me but I would be sound asleep. This went on for a few years when one day I was talking to my mother, when I mentioned my new friend that I was playing with, my mother took no notice and assumed that I had an imaginary friend, she told me she would hear me talking and come down and there would be nobody around. This also went on for quite sometime.
We had an old friend of the family (who we will call mary for the sake of the story) around for tea one day. I was playing when I said something that made mary shudder and to this day she says it still puts a chill down her spine. I mentioned my friends name, sarah, mary turned around and asked me who sarah was and I said the girl in the white dress with the long blonde hair. I carried on playing while mary explained. In the old house a family had lived. There was a little girl who had tragically died just before her first holy communion. She was laid out, where our sitting room would be now in her white dress with her long blonde hair down and her name was sarah. My mother was distressed by this and took me to a local man who is a faith healer and she asked him to stop whatever was happening to me until I was old enough to understand, which honestly I don't think I ever will.
My parents had a mass said in the house to help the spirits to move on. After the mass my mother and her sister went to the bathroom (as they were too afraid to go by themselves) and when they opened the door, there was an old lady standing there waving and then she disappeared. God only knows who this old lady was but I hope she is in a better place.
This is the first of many stories, I hope to write and share all my experiences with you. I would love to hear any comments that anybody has to offer. Thank you for reading!