When I was 3, I used to live in a house. One of the previous owners of the house had died of natural causes in my parent's bedroom, and we had made our peace with that. I had a twin brother but he died before he was born, my mom would often walk by my room and find me speaking to myself. When she would ask who I was talking to. I'd always say I was talking to my twin brother,Gabriel. I asked my mom, and she told me that I stopped talking to Gabriel when I was around 7 years old. I know that he is still around, because the other day my mom thought she saw me come out of the living room and go into my room, but I was asleep next to her. I'm wondering why we stopped talking? If anyone could help?
When I was 7, one night I woke up and saw that my bedroom door was closed. Normally it is opened because I hated the dark, and I never felt safe in my room, even with the door opened. I looked towards the corner of my door, and in that corner there was a dark shadow, it was completely black. The next thing I know is that, the dark shadow is coming towards me at blinding speed, naturally me being 7 at the time, I screamed and got out of my bed and ran outside of my room. I haven't had any other experiences with the dark shadow as far as I can remember but It always feels as If I'm being watched, and I was hoping someone could help?
Now for my grandma, you see when I was 7 my grandma was diagnosed with cancer, my aunt found out before we did. I remember what happened that day very well. It started out that I was playing with my legos, then all of a sudden I got up and walked towards my little desk and sat there. The next thing I know is that I'm watching myself write something on a sheet of paper, I was not alarmed as to why I was watching myself write it. I saw myself get up from my desk and walk out of my room, I followed. I watched myself give my mom the paper and say "it's a letter from grandma" and go back to my room, and then nothing. Complete darkness. I don't know when I regained my vision, but I know that when I walked out of my room, my mom was crying and holding the letter. I was wondering if anyone could help with what happened? Because It also happened to me a lot when I was younger, around age 4.
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