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November 2007 - Page 28
Seeing the Supernatural
by Tiffany
Since I was younger I have always experienced things that others said were psychic or supernatural experiences. This started when I was a young child, before I knew such things existed. I would hear my aunt and mother talking about their dreaming of people whom have passed away and so on... yet I didn't possess the knowledge to comprehend what they were saying. I more or less experienced feelings - quite often - as if someone were watching me. This wasn't all the time, but at the times I experienced this feeling - when it felt as if the presence was getting closer to me - I would get really hot and scared. Of course, that is when I would run to another area of the house.
This started when I was about eight-years-old (1986), and I am 29-years-old as of now (2007), and I still get that feeling every now and then, but not as much as I use to. I was born in Detroit, Michigan, where I resided until the age of ten. I then moved to Taylor, Michigan, where most of the experiences I will discuss took place. There are many experiences that I have not discussed here, but the ones which I will discuss are more significant in comparison with the others. Now that I am 29-years-old, I reside in Huron Township, Michigan. Since my residence here, for a little over a year, I haven't had too many experiences worth sharing. It is very possible that I have blocked this pathway, because of my very limited free time - mentally and physically - due to my demanding job, and my attending college fifteen hours or more a week.
When I was 15-years-old, my experiences became more in-depth. Of course I experienced the phone scenario: knowing when it would ring or knowing who was calling. I also experienced having songs in my head, and then turning on the radio and hearing them. I experienced "speaking a person-up" (talking about someone and then they would call, come over, or I would mysteriously run into them). But what I mean by in-depth, is actually seeing things and dreaming things.
When I was 15 years old, I had just given birth to my first son. Since I was raised in church, after having a baby, I thought I should repent and go back, because I was taught that it was wrong to have a child out of wedlock amongst many more things.... One Sunday I went to church and said the whole "sinner's prayer" thing. I came home that evening and had fallen asleep on the living room couch. Around 2:00 a.m. or so, I was awoken from my sleep. I raised my head off the couch and looked around me - a habit I have had forever. I glanced into the dinning room, and because the light was on, I could see very well. I saw a silhouette of a woman sitting at the table. I couldn't make out her facial features, but I could very well see her image. She resembled me, although slight differences. I rubbed my eyes to ensure my focus was correct, and yet the image was still there. I called for my mother, who was very religious at this time, because I thought I was hallucinating, or being attacked by an evil spirit. It took me about ten minutes or more of yelling before she would hear me. When she did, I screamed for her to come into the living room. As she stomped down the hall, angry that I had woke her, I regained my courage and decided to look again. When I turned my head to glance at the image in the dinning room, something far more scary sat in front of me. The image of the woman was no longer there, and now what sat in my face was a dark figure, robed in a hooded velvet cloak, and its face was of nothing more than the darkest gray smoke!
I started to scream inside, because it felt as if I couldn't raise my voice. When my mother approached the living room, her jaw dropped! She started to say, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" She started praying and I was crying. I kept telling her to turn the television on, so that the light would hit it. For some reason I felt that light would make this thing leave. So she did, but it was still there... for a few more moments. She continued to pray, and then suddenly it vanished. Its disappearing was a vapor of black smoke that slowly faded away.
After I seen this thing, more things continued to happen. I saw red eyes in my bathroom, along with transparent hands that would reach out and try to grab me. In broad day light, I saw a woman - who resembled a pilgrim according to her clothing - with a small female child, that appeared to be two-years-old or so. I saw these images in the hallway of this same house where the first sighting occurred. Next to the hallway was a shelf that we kept ceramic items on. On the lower level of the shelf, is where I kept my clipboard that I used when drawing. The little child that was with the woman - according to the images I could see on the wall of the hallway - was trying to grab my clipboard. When she did this, I would glance at my clip board and it would be moving! The woman who was with the child would smack her hands when she grabbed the clipboard. This lasted about five-minutes, and then they vanished.
Almost a year after these happenings, I started seeing death in people's eyes. One person in particular, my neighbor Pete, was over visiting one morning with my stepfather. As Pete spoke to me, I looked in his eyes, because something drew me there. It seemed as if I was looking into black emptiness. Something told me to tell him that he was going to die. I encouraged him to be careful, and told him what I felt. Of course he responded to me as if I was a lunatic. Well, about three-months later Pete died. He died of a heroine overdose, but not at his own hand, it was deemed a murder, because of the position of the needle and other circumstances.
The next extreme event occurred when I was 18 years old. I had just gotten married and moved to another city (Southwestern-Detroit). One night I had a horrifying dream. In this dream, I was at a funeral home and a wake was taking place. As I walked in the door, I recognized the funeral home. I had been to this particular funeral home years ago when my younger sister's father died. Lots of familiar people were there, and as I walked in further, I could now see who was laying in the casket. It was my grandmother. She and I were very close; closer than my own mother and I were. She lay in the casket wearing a red dress. I looked around me and seen family members I hadn't seen in quite a while. Everything slowly faded out, and the dream was over.
I went to visit my grandmother shortly after having this dream. She had just moved out of her apartment and was now living with her boyfriend. When I told her about my dream, she laughed. She told me that my dream was crazy, and nothing was going to happen to her. Less than six months later, I was lying in bed and the phone rang. I knew before I answered it that it would regard something happening to my grandmother. Sure enough, when I answered the phone, it was my sister calling to inform me that my grandmother had a stroke, and was at the hospital in critical condition. Come to find out, my grandmother had suffered a ruptured aneurysm in her brain, which caused a cerebral hemorrhage - hence the red dress she wore in the casket which was resembling blood or death by blood. She underwent three operations to stop the hemorrhage, but after each operation, she continued having strokes. She spent 19-days in the intensive care unit, and was pronounced brain dead. She had been on life support about 17 of those days. We had no other option but to pull the plug.
Seeing supernatural beings has always been something that scared me. So, I don't truly know how to handle it. Although when I speak to loved ones whom have passed away in my dreams, this doesn't scare me as much. However, the other abilities that I had, don't too much scare me, but I would rather experience the good more so than the bad. I feel that I have a gift, because too many things have happened to be mere coincidences. I am not sure though, that I know how to use this gift or control it. I love to help people, and having this gift and being able to use it, will enable me to help people even more.
For the past eight years of my life, I have been a nursing assistant, caring for those who are ill, disabled, and so forth. I am currently in college studying to become a registered nurse. I know I possess the gift of helping others in more than one way, but I am seeking guidance and instruction on how to use and control my extrasensory abilities. If anyone can provide me with some feedback that include thoughts on what I have discussed, please do so. Also, any valuable information you have that would assist me, please feel free to pass it along to me.
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