A couple of months ago I met a woman who is friends with my boyfriends mum. Her name was Karen. The first time I met Karen was at her own house, me and my boyfriend had gone round to collect some stuff off her. As soon as I saw Karen she looked very familiar to me, even the tone of her voice sounded strangely recognizable. Her full name, which I will not disclose, was also a name I had heard before and I thought to myself that maybe I knew her from a previous meeting somewhere in the past.
She seemed a really nice person who was very easy going and I could sense all the positive energy she was giving off.
A few weeks later I asked my own mum if she knew Karen - she didn't. It was strange because I was convinced I knew her, and I was convinced I knew her from some connection through my mum. I don't know why I thought this.
The last time I saw Karen was at my own home that me and my boyfriend share. She had come along with her 2 year old son and my boyfriend's mum. We made them all drinks and were sat down talking in the living room when my boyfriend dragged up the conversation about our flat being haunted, which to my knowledge... Is true. His mum rolled her eyes but Karen raised her head as a broad grin spread across her face.
'I knew it! Let me stop you there.' She said excitedly. She then told us all that as she was walking up to our flat with her son in her arms (only 10 minutes ago) he had pointed to our front door and told her that someone was inside, someone called Helen.
I know a lot of young children are 'blessed' with this kind of gift from birth but as they become older it starts to fade.
The strange thing about her story was, Karen or her son have never been to our flat before. There are at least 4 doors in view leading to the other flats but yet he chose to point to our front door. And as for Helen, I haven't a clue who that is but Karen then told us he didn't know anyone with that name.
I was very intrigued by her short story because since me and my boyfriend moved in we have seen and heard a lot of strange things inside the flat. At first I got the impression the flat was being haunted by a man and I still genuinely think that, but I wonder who Helen is?
I could have told this story without mentioning Karen but I felt the need to and to also address her by name. When we have spoken I can sense that Karen has a very deep soul but doesn't get the chance to open up as much as she'd like when speaking along the terms of the paranormal. Maybe she needs to speak with someone who's also in touch with their spiritual side; I would love to chat with this woman in a one to one conversation. Maybe the next time we meet I will.
She has experienced quite a lot of ghostly goings on in her life which she has shared with us before.
After telling us that short story about her son and 'Helen' she sat up straight took a deep breath and calmly told Helen to leave us alone. Once again my boyfriends mum rolled her eyes and smirked behind her back as if to say, 'She's lost the plot, don't listen to her.'
I guess the world is divided up between all kinds of different energy - with Karen I sense the same type of energy that's inside me. Maybe I did know this woman at one point in our lives? Just not the life that we are living now...