I'm going to make my introduction here short. My name is Miya, and this is an account that I share with my twin brother (he just registered here) Demian. Between the two of us, we have had countless encounters and experiences, so I would like to share one of my most confusing with you first.
A short time ago, my brother and I were living with our mother in Fort Worth, Texas, where we were renting this slightly aged, one-story house. It had been our home for quite some time, and we had known from the very first night we were there that something wasn't right.
My mother came into my room one morning and told me that she had heard something scratching at the inside of her (closed) closet door in the middle of the night. She said she couldn't distinguish what it was, because the noise didn't sound like any animal or a plastic coat hanger scratching at the door, but rather a person trying to get out. The room that was at that time hers had been added to the house as an extension recently (before we moved in), so I didn't understand how something like that could happen.
My mother proceeded to tell me that the noise was really starting to bother her, so after about five minutes of this scratching, she rose from her bed and opened her closet doors. Immediately, the noise stopped, and she couldn't locate the source of the sound.
Nothing like this ever happened again.
Shortly after this, I started seeing a small boy (maybe around ten years old) standing in our hallway. The first time I saw him, I was coming out of the bathroom, and he was standing across the hall from me, grinning. The look he had on his face startled me, but didn't necessarily scare me. Because I've spent a bit of time around ghosts and spirits, I knew not to over react, so I walked as calmly as I could back to my bedroom, and then informed my twin over MSN instant messenger what I had just seen. He told me he knew about the boy, that he had already seen him once before, and that he felt that the young child wasn't going to hurt us.
I began having dreams about the boy shortly after this. The first I had was this:
I was sitting on the futon in my room, tying at my computer, when I felt the sudden need to look toward the door. When I did so, the young boy was standing there in front of my door, looking frightened. When I asked him what was wrong, he didn't say anything (we had established at some point that while the boy may move his mouth in speech, no one can audibly hear his words, and yet we still understood what he was saying). I had interpreted his silence somehow as a subconscious message saying, "Don't go out into the hallway. He's very angry. I don't want him to hurt you..." I didn't know who "he" was, but the mention of him terrified me, and I peered cautiously out my bedroom door to see what was in the hallway that had the boy so scared. There was nothing distinguished in the hallway, but the entire space was pitch dark, and upon seeing this I fled back into my room and shut the door. I turned to the boy and told him, "Don't worry. You're safe in here, I promise I won't let him hurt you..."
That's when I woke up.
I took the dream as some kind of sign, telling me that:
1) There were multiple spirits in this house, and
2) At least one of them was violent, or disliked this boy that I had taken to.
Something told me when I woke from this dream that the "man" that had so wanted to hurt this little boy, was somehow connected to my mother's closet. The incident with the scratching had already happened when I had this dream, but my mother hadn't yet told me about it.
Again, shortly after this, I started seeing a figure. It was never clear to me, more like a dark silhouette of a person in their late teens, maybe a few inches taller than me (I'm 5'6").
I never got to see this person clearly, but I saw the dark silhouette of them around the house occasionally, and I felt almost safe when they were there.
One night, I had a dream about this figure:
My mother had just left for work, and my brother was gone for the day with friends. It was my day off from work, so I was home alone to fend for myself. Shortly after my mother had left for work, I went out into our garage to get a frozen pizza out of our deep freezer. As soon as I opened the door (the one connecting the house to the garage) all I saw was black, and I was terrified by this darkness, so I decided against it and closed the door. However, when I attempted to close the door, there was something stopping it from closing completely. I looked down and saw some kind of gray or white sweatshirt on the floor that had gotten in the way of the door and therefore it wouldn't shut.
When I looked up, there was a man standing in front of me, smiling. The way he was dressed really confused me - He looked to be about seventeen, but his hair was long (perhaps to the middle of his back) and kept in a low ponytail tied with a green ribbon. His eyes were the most vivid shade of green I had ever seen, kind of like spring grass right after it rains. I was astonished by this and couldn't look away from his eyes for quite a while. Then when I realized that I was seated at our breakfast counter, away from the garage, I spoke to him. I asked him who he was, but I almost already knew that somehow he was the figure that I was never able to see clearly - the aforementioned silhouette that I had seen frequenting the area around our garage door and our kitchen. Instead of giving me a answer to the question, the boy just smiled and shook his head, looking down at the floor. So I decided to ask a different question. I asked him, "Why are you here?" And this time he looked at me, smiled, and said, "I think you already know that..."
That's when I woke up.
When I woke up, I was flat on my back, with my arms at my sides. I thought it was strange, because I never slept like that (especially on my futon) - I always slept on my side. I felt like I needed to touch my head for some reason, but when I tried to lift my arm, I couldn't. That's when I became aware of the pressure pushing down on my wrists. It wasn't painful, just THERE, and I became kind of panicky, so I opened my mouth to yell for my brother who was sleeping in the next room. However when I opened my mouth, I felt rather than saw, a hand gently cover my mouth as the pressure on my left wrist disappeared, and heard someone say, "Shhh...don't..." The soft, yet commanding tone of voice immediately made me stop, but my heart was racing. I closed my eyes, trying to will the feeling of helplessness away, and when I did so, I felt someone place the softest of chaste kisses on my forehead, and then all of the pressure lift, and I could move again. However, I could still feel the kiss on my forehead, so I didn't move for a while, and I could feel the air around my bed - which had grown FRIGID during this time - slowly begin to gain some warmth back.
These series of experiences are some of the most vivid I have from living in that house in Texas.
I would like opinions and comments on this - do you believe what happened to me? Do you believe that there are spirits who know, and can acknowledge the fact of their death, and still communicate with people in such an earthly manner?
If there is anyone on this web site who interprets dreams, I would especially like you to tell me what these two dreams may mean. I still never found out quite what these two particular spirits wanted from me, or why they grew so attached to me that when I left to live with my father, they went on a search for me through that house, opening doors and closing them, saying my name, and asking where I went (all incidents reported by my mother after I left).
Please share your opinions with me, or let me know if something similar has happened to you.