I am currently 20 years old, nearly 21, and for the past 16 years I have been experiencing strange things. It started when I was 4 years old, it could have been longer but I started to consciously remember things when I was 4. My parents were divorced, my sister, my mother and I had moved to the coast along the Washington coast. We were there for about two months and I made friends with this little girl made Maddy, who would come visit me on days when my best friend, who lived 2 doors down couldn't come out and play. This little girl was maybe 2 or 3 years older then me, and we would often play in this field behind our house. As our friendship grew over the weeks we played I would try to get her to come meet my mom, or come play with me and my best friend. Every time I would mention someone else she would say she had to go.
It was maybe 6 months into us living at the house, my best friend and I were playing together outside, and in the distance I could see Maddy at the end of our block. I tried to get her to come down to us, to come play. I waved at her as much as I could, and when my best friend looked to see who I was waving at Maddy vanished. This was in the middle of the day, and she was just suddenly gone. It was at that point that I realized I had made friends with a someone that only I could see. Later when I told my mom about Maddy, she got this funny look on her face before simply saying to me, "You made an imaginary friend." After that she would no longer talk to me about it. It wasn't until I told my sister, did I know for certain that Maddy was a ghost.
My sister had told me about an experience she had had herself. She told me that ghosts liked us. But after that I did not see Maddy anymore.
It was 4 years after Maddy, that I experienced something else. My grandfather had died unbeknownst to me, as I was vacationing with my mother, at that point I had been forced to move in with my father. It was no more then a week after I had been told that I experienced something. I was in my bedroom, getting ready for bed, when a very strong cigar smell filled my room. I instantly knew my that my grandfather was there in the room with me. He was giving me my chance to say goodbye to him, a chance I had not had. It didn't last long, maybe a minute. That night though I dreamt of my grandfather the way he had been before he got sick, his words "i love you my Alleycat" kept playing through my head. Only my mother and grandfather ever called me that. It was his way of letting me know he would be with me.
Another incident happened in the home I currently live in, I was 11 years old and was having a vivid dream. I was conscious during the dream, I was a reporter reporting behind a fence about this dark black mass that scientist had found, in seconds both in my dream and in real life I was being choked by the black mass. It would last for minutes, then stop. My dream would shift to something different, but just as the first time I would end up being choked. This went on until I at last opened my eyes, yet even then I was being choked by an unseen force. I tried to scream but nothing came out. Finally, I was left alone, I got up and ran down the stairs crying and coughing. My mother once again played it off giving me countless things it could have been. But I knew, and that was the first time I had been attacked.
The last incident I want to share with this site happened to me about 3 months ago, I was going up to my bedroom, a normal night my fiance was at work, everyone else was in their bedrooms either asleep or otherwise, and just as i'm getting up to the top of the stairs, this cold comes over me. It caused me to feel very heavy, and sad, I was just filled with this sorrow. And suddenly just like that, it switched to a burning. I was extremely hot and angry, angry for no reason. There was no trigger, I as just suddenly P/O-ed beyond belief. Then just as quickly as it had started it was over. I didn't think anything of it. I just went to me room, but just before I could get inside my room, a sharp stab hit my lower left back. It felt like something had clawed me. Again I thought nothing of it, I thought my shirt had something caught in it and had gotten me just right, so I just rubbed it out and went into my room. When I woke the next day my fiance pointed out a huge scratch mark on my back. He instantly accused the cat of being in the room, but I knew it was whatever had attacked me the night before. I quickly told my family what had happened, and I questioned each of them if they had had something happen to them, each of them said no. My father had actually built most of our house. It's taking me sometime to think it over, but now i'm pretty certain that these spirits are attracted to me. I'm not always sure if the next moment i'm going to be attack viciously again. I'm not quite sure how to handle these abilities I have.