Annak062

by Anna D.
(Alabama)

I’ve never really been a skeptic when it comes to paranormal abilities, but at the same time, I’ve never just blindly believed. I’m young (just turned sixteen), but I like to think I have a healthy dose of both open-mindedness and cynicism when it comes to stuff like this.
Things have happened to me my whole life that I’ve just written off as nothing or mere coincidences, but lately things have progressed to the point of where I’m not really sure if it’s just everyday happenings or if it could be something more.
The first memory I have of paranormal things happening to me was when I was about three. I was staying at my father’s farm when I was alone in the house. I can’t recall where my father was exactly, if he was in the barn or in the back yard but I know for certain I was the only one indoors. I was sitting in the living room watching television when I felt someone squeeze my shoulder. I remember turning really quickly, exclaiming “Papa!” but no one was behind me. My grandfather had a habit of walking through the garage door and squeezing my shoulder a certain way, the exact way I felt it squeezed while sitting in the chair even though I was alone in the house. The craziest thing, I think, is that I wasn’t even frightened. I’d always been a jumpy kid but I didn’t even think twice of the fact that no one was there.
A few hours later, they found my grandfather out in the corn field. He’d had a stroke while working in the field and had died.
For years after that things were kind of hectic. My parents divorced and my mom moved my brother and me out of state where my brother eventually turned to drugs and ended up in and out of rehab. The majority of my childhood was spent in a state of emotional chaos and I was alone a lot of the time because my mom had to work to support us. It was during the worst of this that I started hearing things. Especially in one room of my house: my bedroom.
I would lie in the bed petrified because I just FELT that someone was watching me. I’d get to the point of hysterics crying and screaming because I couldn’t get the feeling of being watched off of me. The worst was when I would lie trying to fall asleep and I could hear someone call my name. My whole body would go cold and I’d get chills that would keep me up all night. I eventually stopped sleeping until the sun came up, literally turning nocturnal until my mother made me sleep human hours.

That all happened periodically between the ages of 3 to around 14. It would get worse at certain times and then be virtually nonexistent others. When I started high school the weirdness really started becoming frequent.
I’d always had the weird ability to have intense déjà vu. I would get this almost nauseous feeling that I’d lived something before, and on a few occasions I could even remember dreaming it. Freshman year though, is when I hit the weirdness peak. I was sitting in my biology class when a scene started playing out before me that I was POSITIVE I’d seen. I jotted down what I thought the conversation would say as fast as I could and didn’t show anyone. Then it happened: my friends spoke the dialogue I had written as if they’d read it like a script: only they hadn’t. No one knew I wrote it until I was shaking with chill bumps. I was terrified that I’d seen it all happen before. Stuff like that started happening weekly. They weren’t always that strong but I would do things like check my phone for a message four seconds before one came, even though I had no reason to expect one. I’d know who was calling before the phone would ring and the strangest thing is that I would get these urges to talk to someone that I hadn’t spoken to in months only to find out they had been thinking about me that day.
I’m not sure if this plays into it at all, but my friends and family have always teased me about being a mind reader. I don’t literally hear people’s thoughts (I hope)but I have this strange way of reading people. Everyone says I’m impossible to lie to and I tend to be a really good judge of someone’s character even if I’ve just met them. I’ve never been wrong about my assumptions of people. Honestly, never. I apparently also give good advice, even when people I’m speaking with won’t tell me what is the matter with them. I somehow just KNOW what they need to hear and I say it.
As far as I know, I’m the only person in my family who has these things happen to them. I don’t meditate or practice with crystals and I don’t really have that balanced of a diet. I don’t really ever do things to bring on these occurrences or encourage them. I’ve found they usually happen whenever I start to feel a headache come on. It’s weird, but true. I don’t know if I’m psychic or ESP or whatever the terms are, but it’d be nice to know that I’m not crazy.