Abigail was the first Spirit that I had ever seen. You can read a previous story of mine about that, she was the girl who ran through my living room.
Before I met Abigail, I was a skeptic. My Wife and Son could both see Spirits easily, but I dismissed their stories of the girl... I thought their imaginations may have been feeding off of each other.
After I met Abigail, I began to research the history of my 116 year old Victorian home. I discovered something interesting...
The home was built by a wealthy Family who's daughter became pregnant out of wedlock. They moved her here so the pregnancy wouldn't bring shame to their name, but then moved out suddenly in 1911.
I believe Abigail would have been her daughter.
Soon after meeting Abigail, I would talk to her. I was trying to learn how to sense a Spirit and I would talk to her when I thought she might be around.
Then she started talking back.
It started with voices at night, some laughing, and DREAMS.
I believe she came to me in a dream. I saw her and I asked her if there was anything I could help her with. I suddenly saw images of a tall blonde man with crooked teeth. His body was apple shaped, like Gru. It was as if I was viewing him as Abigail did. I will not go into detail, but there was molestation that culminated in murder, and I saw it as if I were being strangled. The dream ended with a tiny body wrapped in a blanket being set down in a shallow concrete foundation.
I woke up covered in sweat.
The concrete walk and my front porch were both built in 1911 and I believe she is under my porch.
I've called a man who trains cadaver dogs, he was a no show. I've called contractors who use ground penetrating radar, they want some money before they show up.
Its my intention to get her a proper Christian burial.
After that dream I would tell her "Abigail, you are not worthless, you are not dirty, and you are worthy of love. I felt what you felt, and I need you to know that I care about you. You didn't do this, HE did this TO you, and he was wrong."
We have a painting of our home. We commissioned the painting when we bought our home. It looks like we imagine it did long ago. Its a beautiful spring day with flowers and grass bathed in the sunlight. It even has chickens pecking in the yard 😊
I pointed to the painting and told abigail "This home is all yours Sweetie! You deserve to live in a safe home where every day is beautiful."
We have NEVER seen nor heard her since that day.