It started when I was about 8 or 10. I'm now 19, nearly 20.
My grandfather & I were very close.
My grandfather suffered from cancer - this was a known fact throughout the family - and one night he died. The next day my parents announced to the family (my brother, cousin and myself) that he had succumbed to the cancer.
I believed it. Until I saw my grandfather about a week later, a pale blue light image that looked like him standing outside my bedroom window (now my bedroom was, and still is, opposite the flat he died in)
I was a very deep sleeper, until after this incident. I had woken up for no reason and looked outside my window to see him there. I couldn't tell if he was floating or standing, but it sort of looked like both. He was pointing to his head his fingers pointed like a gun towards the middle of his head. He kept mimicking a gun going off.
I told my parents this, they said I had dreamed it & said no more. It happened again, and then my Dad commented saying that maybe he was trying to tell me something.
I kept telling my parents & teachers that he didn't die from cancer, that didn't kill him. Finally my parents confessed that he did indeed shoot himself in the head, and that was how he died.
Since then I've had quite a few interactions with "spirits"
The first being my grandfather
Now the rest are like I'm looking at a 'real' person -not like description I had given for my grandfather.
2 - The Old Lady that died in our house before we moved in, walks around the kitchen and Parents Room, never caused any problems before, a friend of my brother also saw her and this is when I realized that maybe I wasn't going crazy.
3 - This happened over a coarse of about 10 days From the start of one weekend, throughout the week, and ended on the following Sunday. A Malicious Male who freaked my Boyfriend & I out by nearly grabbing him, first from behind the door, I saw the hand and shouted and it dissipated. That was Saturday. The second time it tugged on his side of the bed, He thought it was my brother playing a prank and went to grab my brothers hand, but nothing was there. This was Thursday evening, after everyone had gone to bed, easily around 1 or 2 in the morning. That Sunday afternoon we were taking a nap, and I felt a cold hand on my hip, like my boyfriend was turning over to spoon behind me, I was dosing and got a fright at the sudden contact and quickly turned over - My boyfriend was facing the wall fast asleep. I woke him up and asked him if he had in any way touched me - he showed me that his hands were under the pillows so he couldn't have touched me. After that photo's of him I had on random tables and windowsills would fall for no reason. About a week after the photo incident this all suddenly stopped.
4 - This one is the most recent one. I was Laying in bed about 3 or 4 weeks ago, and out of the blue I look up and see a pale young woman, about my age, looking soaking wet, shivering, with long dark slightly curled hair. Her clothes were dark in colour, but she didn't stick around long enough for me to get a great look at her. All thoughts of thinking I'm crazy were out long ago, and I said to the "spirit" 'If you're cold, climb into bed with me, there's more than enough room. You're welcome to stay here, just don't cause any trouble' and then I went to sleep.
One night I heard the Ocean, like the rolling waves sound, Like a calm sea, in my room. I woke up my boyfriend and asked him if his alarm was going off. It wasnt. I kept hearing the same sound whether my boyfriend was sleeping over or not, so it couldn't have been his phone. Then I thought maybe my ceiling fan, so I slept with it off for a few nights -still heard the ocean - Now I can be extremely slow when putting 2 and 2 together. Then one night just as I was dosing off it clicked, like this instant epiphany, She had drowned in the sea! As I realized this I saw her again she nodded and smiled at me, then dissipated.
Now and then I see her, or rather hear her (ocean sound) and the Elderly woman that 'haunts' the kitchen. My grandfather, I'd like to believe, went to heaven, and I haven't seen him since I figured out the truth of his death. The malicious spirit hasn't bugged my boyfriend or me (touch wood) since the photo incident.
Now All this is true.
I would like to know if I'm crazy, or if there is more to this - like if its a gift, or a talent (power isn't quite the right word for it)
I fully believe that I CANNOT see "spirits" - I think they LET me see them.
Please give me feedback on this
Now My boyfriend is curious about something that happens every time we talk about the 'spirits' He gets instant goosebumps - and he would like to know why, so if you have any feedback on this too it would be very helpful