So I remember me very first experience being when I was 6 or 7. We moved to portland from san diego, into an old house. There were 2 children, a boy and a girl, there. I always saw them out of the corner of my eye. Well my mom had my brother and for some reason I thought it’d be cool to have my own room in the basement- there was a room off to the side in the basement, and I had made it mine lol. Well at the same time every night id hear the creak of a door, some scuffling and a little bit of crying, and a loud crack and thered be an eerie silence. Well after about 4 or 5 months os this happening I wanted to move back upstairs because it scared me. So I did. Well after a few weeks I got tired of being woken up by my baby brother crying in the middle of the night so I moved back downstairs. Well as usual the same thing every night. I remember one night I didn’t put the covers over my head and I saw what had happened. I decided to not be scared this particular night and I can’t really explain how or what I did but I opened myself up and I basically saw what happened. Its different for everyone but for me, it plays like a movie in my head, like I’m right there but can’t do anything but watch.what I saw was an oldere man staggering into the room, stenched of booze. Walks over to the children who try to get away from him. (Sorry ill keep it less graphic as possible) he grabbed the little girl by her head and um…smashed her head into the wall, killing her instantly. Now before I go on I forgot to mention that the bottom of the basement stairs always creeped me out, it just didn’t feel right. Anyways the little boy runs out and the man catches him at the bottom of the stairs and kills him there. So being that young and seeing that, it was traumatizing for me because I didn’t understand it. And I didn’t have anyone to help me understand it because my parents thought I was a little kid with an imagination lol.

So shortly after that we moved to forest grove. From then on til I was 14 I had spirits come to me from all over, like I had a red flag above my head. I didn’t open myself up like I had in that house in fear of what id see again. So when a spirit came around id simply say a prayer and they’d cross over. Nobody ever gave me advice or told me how to deal with it so I don’t know how I knew what to do, I just did.

When I was 14, a girl around my age came to me. This one was different she was poltergeist like, she moved things. She wasn’t scary but she was desperate. So for the first time since I was 6 I opened myself up to her and she shared her story with me. She was the daughter, of yet again, another drunk. Ill keep it short without a lot of detail. So basically this was mid 1700. Or 1800. Cowboys and indians era. The father one night had wandered off in the middle of the night and stumbled upon a woman indian, alone. Well, he raped her. What he didn’t know was she was the daughter of the cheif so I’m sure you can imagine the fury. So the indians found his house, torched it, but the girl, her name was elizabeth, escaped and ran into the woods. She didn’t know one of the indians has seen her, so followed her and threw an ax at her, hit her in the back of the head killing her. Well her body of course fell down, dead in an instant but her spirit kept running. For over 200 years shed been running in fear. And so I did what I did and said a prayer for her as well and she was gone. That night was the most peaceful sleep id ever had =) after that I decided that I would open myself up only to children or desperate spirits lol. So for 2 more years I kept doing the same, didn’t open myself up only said a prayer and they were gone.

So when I was 16 a small boy had somehow managed to stumble upon me lol. So I tried communicating with him-and did. Instead of showing me what happened to him he told me what happened.

He told me his father killed him, suffocated him to be exact, because he saw his father sleeping with the neighbor and told his mom ”daddy was kissing kathy in the bard”….I don’t know who kathy was. So the mom left him. I don’t understand how a mom can do this, but she left him behind with the father =( so he was left neglected for a couple days then the father, in his greif, killed him then hung himself.

Now, as I said before I’m scared of what ill see which is why I do not open myself up to see just anything. And I love kids so to hear and see stuff happening to kids is hard for me. So anyways I helped him cross over after that.