As I grew older and moved around, it all continued. THEN, I moved to the area where I now live. Ideas and beliefs are different here and in my mother's family, and they started telling me stories. My mother's mom made me feel like I was crazy for seeing things and for "knowing" things. Eventually my encounters and abilities came to a stand still. I kind of missed seeing people, but at the same time, it was nice to feel "normal"
Still, I grew older and began to realize that it didn't matter what they thought anyway, and slowly began to see things once again. I would see people walking across yards, and in other random places. I began to pay more attention to the things happening around me, like doors shutting on their own, footsteps when no one was around, my name being called when no one was thre; still, I didn't think too much of it.
Until one day, I was at home alone. By this time, I was around twenty-five. I was sitting on my bed, and had just gotten off the phone, with my then, soon to be husband. I was just about to stand up and walk into the kitchen when I heard a noise. I realize that it was the door on the screened-in porch slamming. Then I hear footsteps across the porch, the front door opening and closing, someone stomping through the house, the back door opening and closing, and someone running down the back steps. My first thought was, "OMG WHO WAS IN MY HOUSE" Then, after I calm down, I realize that the doors were definately locked, and there is no way that someone came in. I double checked the locks, and they are all locked.
This was just the beginning of the journey that lead to this point.
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