I guess I should start the first time I ever saw something supernatural. I was six years old, so I was in kindergarten. It was bedtime and my sister and I were in our bed. We shared a room, and a bed. She was only two at the time and had very bad separation anxiety from me and my mom. Anyway, she was just about passed out and my dad had just finished saying prayers. He stopped at the door to say goodnight one more time. That's when a blinding light just filled my room. It shrunk then just winked right out of existence. I got really panicky so I yelled at my dad "Did you really just take a picture of me?" It's pretty obvious it wasn't a camera flash, but it was the closest thing I could think to compare it to. Eventually I got settled and fell asleep.
I'm not really sure how long it was, but shortly after it happened I told my grandma. I was so confused when she smiled about it. She said "Baby, that was your Guardian Angel; she was only trying to protect you. But if anything ever does scare you say the words, devil get away from me I belong to Jesus." So that was that. I saw the light one other time in my kitchen about a year after. I never saw anything else in my old house.
There was always an eerie feeling. However, that may have been my own paranoia. We moved when I was in third grade. The first thing I noticed about the house was that you could hear clunking up and down the hall at night. Footsteps, I bet you guessed. I was creeped out at first then I got used to it. The first time I saw it was in the evening. I walked into the pantry, when I turned back around I looked across the living room to my bedroom door. A woman was standing in my doorway. She had wavy black hair to her shoulders. She was wearing a red blouse, black pants and ballet flats. My first thought was there was a stranger in my house. Well actually my first thought was Oh my GOD! But you get the point. She looked so real.
Soon after that I started having this nightmare. In the dream I wake up in my bed and the armoire is shaking, the door opens and a possessed doll is there. Now the dream itself means nothing to me, but every time I'd wake up I'd feel someone stroking my hair. It was comforting, and I was sad when it stopped. When I stopped having the dream the stroking turned into jabs. Those eventually faded as well.
About a year or so later I started seeing a woman in my room. I'd say she was about twentyish. I grew really fond of her. I called her Lady. It's not like we were friends, our personalities contradicted too much. She was a bit of a prankster, and sometimes just downright mean. She loved to mess with my friends when they slept over. She hid my things and put them back in the weirdest places. I'd wake up sometimes and she'd be playing with my friend's hair. The worst she'd ever done was push me off my bed. Then soon after that she vanished, presence and all never saw her again.
It's been years. I think a lot about why she vanished. I came up with this theory. Maybe earth is "purgatory" and the spirits people see here are the souls of purgatory. And maybe when she disappeared it meant her soul was cleansed and she joined our father in heaven.
I guess we'll never know for sure. I'll continue this later. I know there is still a lot to tell. I would tell you now but then the story would be a mile long.