Howdy, my names Miranda. just wanna start off by saying your channel is hella. Ok story time. So ever since I was little I’ve always had little occurrences happen to me. The biggest thing happened when I was around 6-7 years old when I was living with my mom in a condo. I was sleeping in my moms bedroom and she was downstairs watching tv. I get up to pee and as I’m walking down the hallway a plastic bead flies through the air at my face just barely missing it and lands on the floor in my moms room right next to her ironing board. The bead came from my room. I was a strange ass kid and kept all my beads inside this desk I had in a secret compartment cuz I didn’t want anyone else to find them. I run downstairs screaming and crying so hard snot is running down my face and I tell my mom what happened. Thankfully my mom believes in ghosts and shit and I tell her exactly where the bead landed and she goes upstairs and picks it up. She tells me to come upstairs and she places the bead on the stairwell and asks whoever threw it to leave me alone. Flash forward several years later where I lived in a house where my room shared a door to the attic. I would constantly hear shit moving around up there. At night I kept my door closed and I would hear the nails of a dog clicking against the wooden floor and sometimes barking(we didn’t own no damn do then). Turns out the house had burned down and the family’s dog died in the fire and they just rebuilt another house on the old foundation. The creepiest shit happened when I was in high school after my mom and I moved again. We both felt like we were being watched in this house;especially near the top of the stairs that lead to the basement where my room was. At the top of the stairs was the kitchen. I would constantly hear shit from that area and the trash can we had there would move around once in a while making noise. If I was downstairs I would hear people talking and walking around when I was home alone. The basement had good energy. I could still feel something was down there. We had a living room area, laundry room, bathroom, and my room down there. I always felt like I was watched when I was in the living room. My room was always safe. Toys would constantly go off in the living room area and would startle the shit outta me. TIME FOR THE INTENSE SHIT. So my mom meets this lady that recently started working at her job and they start talking and my mom finds out she’s a medium. I had recently moved in with my grandparents to attend college. This lady starts talking about my grandparents saying shit no one knows like the fact that they don’t sleep in the same room and she knew my gran was abused as a child. She then starts talking about the negative presence at the top of the basement stairs at my house. She tells my mom she sees a young spirit that hangs out in the basement at my moms house. She says the spirit misses sitting next to the girl with the long red hair while she played games (I had long red hair at the time and would sit on a bean bag in the living room and play on my PS4). She’s says it’s connected to my mom and says that it could be the spirit of her aborted child. (I never even knew about that until my mom told me about this experience.)She says the young spirit goes up to my moms room at night and sleeps under the bed but never goes into my room because it doesn’t want to scare me (thanks for being respectful ghost child) She starts talking about our two dogs and describes them perfectly. She tells her that my dog cinnamon wants me to come back home and she’s sad I’m gone. She says my other dog Reggie can see spirits all the time which explains why he’s always starring off in space at shit. She tells my mom about me going to college to be an art teacher and that spirits have been trying to communicate with me for years but I try and block it out cuz that shit is freaky. She says I’ll move away soon and she starts talking about my brother and how my mom will always have to be there for him because he’s autistic. This lady said all this the second time she met my mom and she only knew my moms first name and it’s fucking insane. She never knew she had kids, dogs, that her parents were even alive. None of that shit. She came and visited our house once and gave me tips on how to let spirits interact with me if I ever wanted to let them in because she said I am a strong empath; I’ve just been blocking it out and ignoring things.
Submitted November 09, 2019 at 06:16AM by mandysuepanda https://ift.tt/32ueOeB
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