Anna Ferarri

by Anna Ferarri
(Canada)

My mother was 18 years old when she ran off to Edmonton, Alberta with her boyfriend. Seven years later, the relationship had become extremely abusive and she discovered that she was pregnant; so she left- heading back home to Saskatchewan. She met her husband and had easily convinced him after marrying him that I was his child. She then later had three girls with him.
I was born three months premature, and since then have been clinically pronounced dead 9 times. I have been in situations that no one should have come out of alive let alone walked away from without a scratch. Maybe just a few bruises. I have been diagnosed a hyper-healer, however I heal much quicker than even other hyper-healers do. I have lost the use of one eye, however I am still able to see at night nearly as well as during the day and bright lights and sun have much more of an effect on me than others. My reactions are insanely quick and even frighten me sometimes. Also, my weight-height ratio is severely imbalanced. I have nearly 1/2 my body weight as additional muscle even though I only jog occasionally. I am 4'11 and weigh 147 lbs. which is 47 lbs. more than my ideal body weight. I have unusually sharp eye teeth on both my lower and upper jaw which my dentist has advised me to have filed down many times as the underside of my tongue is now mostly scar tissue. I cannot will myself to enter a doorway unless I have been invited it is something that I have struggled with since I was young. Also I am not able to tolerate mirrors since I have instilled in myself since I was young that evil spirits exist behind the glass and are capable of entering our territory at night. This is just a little bit of background information about me, my half-sisters do not hold any of these qualities.
My mother's father is Scottish and is a huge believer in legends and myths. He believes that I am not human and that there is a legend that I fit into. I do not remember clearly the details of this legend other than every few generations a female or male is born with amazing powers to control and manipulate others, especially those of the opposite sex. This being is considered to be evil and is not to be trusted as they will turn on you and have even been described as being demonic. My mother's father has been blaming himself for years for letting me come into this world and often questions my sisters about me.
When I was 2 years old, my family moved into the house I spent the rest of my childhood in. This house was proven to have been built on a native burial site and both myself and my sisters had experienced strange occurances of wounded black figures crawling through the walls with certain areas being extremely active. My mother is very stubborn though and refused to move. I still have these experiences, someday are busier than others, though. Also, the year before we had moved in, a woman and her two children were living in the house. Herself and her husband had just gone through a divorce and her eldest son was very shaken by this. He hung himself in the basement of the house. His room was the one that has been mine since we moved in. This teen and I apparently have many of the same interests according to my mother who's friend was friends with the woman who had lived in the house previous to us.
Since my family had moved into the house, I had been experiencing things among the supernatural. Including the black figures crawling through walls. There have been four or five other different very distinct recurring experiences that I have had with other spirits. One, my mother and I are sure of, is with the teen who took his own life. He had been very interested in music and played guitar for several years. My room in the basement is a decent size, able to fit a queen-sized bad squarely and still have approximately 2 1/2 feet of extra space on all sides, except for at the head of the bed, which is against the wall. I choose to sleep only on the left side of the bed, as sleeping on the right induces bad luck. I have my room situated so that when I wake up in the morning or if I cant sleep at night, my guitar and amp are right next to the bed. One night I had a very strange feeling, almost like there was a presence in the room focusing on me. When I rolled over to face my alarm clock, I noticed that my guitar amp was on and the strings were silently moving with the frets being pressed down in a pattern that I can only recognize as being dust in the wind by Kansas. I however, doubted myself and rolled over to go back to sleep when my pillow was ripped from underneath me and thrown against the closet doors. I was paralyzed with fear for a split second and then decided that I was indestructible. So I got up, walked calmly up three flights of stairs to my mother's room where she patiently listened to me recount what had just occurred. After being asked if I would like to change rooms, I confidently replied that I didn't. I remember this moment exactly as being one of hope and pride but also of feeling like this spirit was not out to hurt me, I felt strangely connected to him. So I went back to bed in my own room.

When my mother and my sister's father got divorced, the experiences with this particular spirit increased. Not only in frequency but also in intensity. I had been known to hold serious conversations with multiple spirits and recount to my mother exactly what they looked like and what the conversation had been about. Most heeded warnings and advice that no child could ever come up with on their own. Let alone the fact that the way I spoke and reacted was not typical of that of a child with just imaginary friends. My aunt who is Dene once had to translate what I told my mother a spirit had told me. It was a warning that my family was fine where they were in the house, but I was to leave immediately. This frightened my aunt and she took the warning very seriously, however my mother is stubborn and I never could recall feeling threatened or scared during these conversational encounters. My basement is another story though, I am sure that there are several spirits there whom are not exactly good. I seize up with fear entering the basement and feel that my doorway is a barrier that is protected as my friend David Night rider, had come to my house and blessed only my doorway to protect me as my sisters have never had such experiences and did not wish to disturb any of the spirits or anger them further.
Throughout my childhood, I have owned two dogs myself, whom were both closely attached to me. They are both pit bulls and two of the smartest dogs I have ever met. Neither of them will descend the stairs to the basement, go near one side of the living room, the wall between my mother's and youngest sister's room, and both will creep along the walls of the dining room with their tails between their legs to follow me to the backyard and only to follow me.
I have had many other experiences with the supernatural, including just the other night while driving, I turned a corner at a moderate speed on a gravel road, when out of nowhere, a black figured that appeared as a mid-aged man was crossing the street even though I had checked for people and there had been no one around. This man turned and held out his hands towards my truck but had no face and I should have hit him considering the truck was skidding in the gravel but he had disappeared. My friend had not noticed the man on the road but wanted me to pull over as I had lost my breath and was in a mild state of shock. Like I'm sure someone would be if they had actually hit a pedestrian.
There have been other occurrences where such a thing has happened to me and I had rolled my first truck avoiding a figure that had appeared on the road. However I felt very very uneasy about this one, like it was out to harm me. I became very aware of everything around me instantly and the figured stood there staring at me as I inspected my overturned new truck. I could not see any eyes but could sense a very demonic quality about this figure. However, I felt strangely invincible and as though I were able to fight it and knew I would win if it were to lunge at me as I felt it were about to. For a moment I thought that I were actually about to fight it from its movements and for some reason I did not have a problem with this, did not think that there were any impossibilities, like it were just a human I were fighting.
I have always felt slightly different from others and the night that this occurred, I became sure of the fact that I am. I speak to spirits, see things that others do not. Have had many interactions with them and have some very odd characteristics about myself that I am just beginning to piece together. Specifically why I have such issues entering doorways unless invited as I cannot physically will myself to and why I am so easily able to communicate with others from out of this reality. Why I feel oddly able to be able to connect and interact with spirits whether it be negative or positive. Why I feel as though there are no impossibilities when it comes to fighting these demonic creatures. If there is anyone out there who can maybe give me some answers or help me out in anyway, that would be amazing! Thanks! Anna