I grew up in a small town called Oviedo, FL. It's about 30 minutes via highway from Orlando. The town is rich in history and a lot of orange groves. I have always felt ghosts, demons, etc. I feel and feed off of their emotions. For as long as I can remember I have had two demons with me but they don't really bother me unless something bad is about to happen.
Back in 2011 when I was 15, I had a dream about someone dying. The next morning I woke up and saw my demons, both of them which is very unusual, standing at the foot of my bed. So I took it as anything else, just something's going to happen. I went to school and had a really unnerving sensation in my stomach all day but I just blew it off.
I got home a little bit early and my mother called me into my father's room. She was sitting on his bed while my dad was sitting in the small blue couch next to the bed. I saw a tube going from a bag to my mother's stomach and I'm like ok what's going on. She looked me dead straight in the eyes and said "Honey, I have cancer. I don't know how long I have left but I will try to stay to watch you graduate." I was so angry I left and took my bike around the lake I was living by and stopped at a grove. I would walk back there all the time.
Six months passed, I am now 16 and my mother passed in August. Now growing up I was on ADHD medication and I would get hungry at night. I would try to sneak past my mother's room to get something to eat but she would always wake up and yell at me to go back to bed. So after she passed, I would still try to sneak past her room and I wouldn't hear anything.
One night, as I should sneak past her room, I heard her talking to me, telling me to go back to bed. For a minute I forgot she passed and stood at her door and talked. I didn't come out of my little haze until my father came out and asked me who I was talking to. I was so shocked that I lost my appetite and went back to bed.
Christmas came around and I put up the tree by myself and the lights, etc. One night, as I was walking out to get something to eat, the tree was right before the kitchen, the lights on the Christmas tree came on by itself. I looked at it dumbfounded. A few seconds passed and then I saw her, my mother. She wasn't transparent, she was solid, like she was physically there. She was smiling her famous smile, the one mother's wear to let the kids know they are okay. She said three words "I love you" and them she disappeared.
It been 6 years since then and I've felt her everyday.