Predicting Death- Seeing Ghosts or Angels

From: 
Story type: Ghost
Location: Big Spring, Texas- Cincinnati, Ohio
Source: Form Submission

I have always felt in certain houses that things I can't see are looking at me. And several times I have thought that I saw figures or orbs around me and in pictures I have takne. But one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me- and the first to do so- was when I was in Pre-K.

Like most small children I couldn't go to sleep without my mother coming in and kissing me good night. It had not been a good day, and I was feeling what most would call brow beaten.

I was softly crying and Calling "Mommy, Mommy, come here. where are you, Mommy, why aren't you coming?" wehn I saw a woman that I later determined was Latin American or some dark skinned Nationality step inside my bedroom door.

Since I was the only one in the room awake- from what I can remember, my sibling in the next bed was asleep or had not got in bed yet; who knows- there was no one to see what I saw. She asked me if I needed my mother, and being afraid i just nodded my head.

She sighed and said "Just wait a minute and I'll go get her." She never came back, and my mother never came up the hall. I finally fell asleep three hours later scared and racking my brain on what just happened until i had a migrane the next day.

Another of my siblings had a room to themselves across the hall from mine, and their door was open during the time this happened. So I asked them three days later if they had heard anything in the hall a few night ago, they said no and looked at me funny before asking why. Since i didn't want to be laughed at or asked embarassing questions I said no reason, just curious.

It wasn't until a few years ago that I said anything about it. That was the first and only time that happened.

I never heard anyone come up the hall or go down it to the kitchen. But all I know is that after that, there were certain parts of the house that would get hot and cold even on the warmest and coldest days. When we moved, I felt relieved. I hated that house until we moved to the next town over, but I still get chills thinking about that time. I should of said something sooner, but was too afraid of looking stupid.

A few years after that, after seeing what most would call orbs or white spots, feeling those hot/cold spots. Again I felt unnerved.

For three weeks strait i felt like something was staring at me from the doorway or corner outside my bedroom, and being that the house I was in was built in the 1870s, had been in a fire years before, I blamed the chills on the houses age. Until I talked to the same sibling that I asked if they had heard anything in the hallway years before. Instead of just staring at me like I thought they would, they said that they had felt it too. And agreed that it was probably more than just the house settling down on its foundation. Then the cold/hot spots showed up. And they have never left. (I don't like talking about this occurance because it really scared me, and I feel helpless. I hate that feeling.I'm too old for it now.)

Other than these two times, I have felt or sensed the death of over half a dozen people- friends, family, people at church, even pets have made it under this sense. I hate it, because I hate the cold/hot feelings i get going thru my body, I start shivering, and the hairs on my arms and neck have stood up the last few times. I AM NOT joking about this. It is not a good feeling to have, so never wish it upon yourself. You'll hate it.

Who knows why these things have and continue to happen. I'm for the look alike possibility- someone in the past looked just someone alive now sort of thing; or the soul sharing felt by total strangers. Who knows why I got to have this thing. And now, I really don't think much about it, until the next time it happens. Then I wish that I had never got it.

Seeing ghots is all fun, but when you see nothing at all, people like me get a little freaked out. Who knows how this will affect my later life? Maybe then I'll get some answers. Maybe, I hope. Maybe. . .