So some might now about my little going on about empathy, yes? Now were going to go on to a different subject. Some call them spirits others call them ghosts, I personally call them both.
I don't particularly know the difference, really haven't had the time to think about this what with getting piled upon piled with homework to contemplate this.
So were going to start with a story, about my mother. She was around 8 years old when this story which is true other wise this would obviously go to waste and I'd be wasting... So yeah. We will just call my mother the little girl because it feels kind of weird typing out mom while writing about a 8 year old girl.
This takes place at my great aunts house in Munising, Michigan. My mom was playing barbies up stairs, this upstairs is basically an attic. Well this house once belonged to, way long ago, a man and his wife and their family including a the mans mother. So one day the man comes home and he's just a lunatic and murders his daughter his mother and his wife then committing suicide himself. Well, that's what they say anyway.
So the little girl was playing barbies when another girl comes out of nowhere, she is a little older than the little girl but she asks to play barbies. Well who is the little girl to refuse? She's an only child and playing alone.
So the two girls play together, this would happen often sometimes the family would join sometimes it would just be the girl.
My great grandmother soon found out about this and told my mother some information that would be quite important when she had children of her own: Seeing spirits, ghosts and other such things ran in the family.
Now this comes all the way back to me. I grew up knowing things other kids didn't pay much attention to. I noticed the door slam shut, I noticed the man that was stuck in time I guess you could say who would always turn on and off the sink and close the cupboard door. So I guess it's safe to say that I was a special child, still am since I'm only 13 what I still consider close to being just a child.
What I would like to know is why would this run in the family? Why are some of us more aware of abnormal things? What can I do about it, because frankly ghosts freak me out. I currently have two buddy ole pals A little girl and 'the man' following me about.
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I named her Alioth because little girl gets boring and irritating to say all the time.
The first time I saw her I had been talking on the phone. Looking out the window I looked for my mom who was picking up my sister. When I turned back around, there she was. She has puffy hair in two pigtails and she was wearing a uniform. I dropped my phone out of shock and when I looked back up she was gone.
I can still feel her around the house though. She's an emotional wreck. I can tell when it's her by the unexplainable feeling I get and the feeling of being stared at. She's mildly interested, then she's bored, angry, disgusted, and hopeful, then the most dominant emotion being sad. I would really like to help her. But honestly I don't know how, I would like to communicate with her but once again... I don't know how. Can someone help me? I have a feeling it starts with meditating though...