My sister, 11 years old at the time, claims to have had this experience back in 1991 - my birth year - and according to her it has everything to do with me even though I didn't quite exist yet.
This is a very sensitive story for me. It is almost (mentally) abusive in nature, so please take caution if you may have any triggers.
I'm not quite sure where to begin, so I will start off with saying that among other skills, I am clairvoyant - just in case you have not read my other experiences published on this site.
As you can imagine, my parents didn't take to this idea well and it has been a taboo topic for years, resulting in a lack of support for me and terrifying isolation.
But that was just my parents. Let me tell you a story about my sister and what she claims to be my doing even though I wasn't even an idea yet.
Back in the early 90s my family - my parents and my older sister - lived in a two story house. My sister had two bedrooms, one downstairs that she never used - I recall it had a water bed, and one upstairs that she loved.
She had been left alone for the evening and had permission to have a friend over. Her friend brought the hit "toy" of that era - the ouija board. Just a cardboard one you could pick up anywhere at the time.
They didn't waste much time setting it up to play.
From there she says it takes a sharp turn from innocent play to terrifying confusion rather quickly.
She claims the whole shabang took place. Lights flickering, feeling of dread, the movement of the penchant without it being touched. The typical haunted board game experience that you would expect. But that isn't what this story is about.
It's about what was claimed through the use of the board.
She tells the story better than I ever will, but according to her she contacted a spirit though the board named Heather.
When asked where she was from, Heather replied "Hell."
When asked where she was currently, Heather replied "My mom's belly."
At this point a few other concerning things had happened and her friend was starting to freak out, so she says goodbye and the game was put away. Apparently it was quite. Scary experience for them.
A few weeks later, our mom confirmed her pregnancy with me.
That just seems like an ironic Ouija Board ghost story. She says to this day it is 100% true. There was no way either she or her friend could have known about the pregnancy so early.
However, fast forward a few years. I was maybe two years old, turning three soon. Just able to start talking well enough that my immediate family could make out what I was saying most of the time.
I was standing at the foot of the stairs that led up to my sisters room. Just staring. That's an odd thing for a toddler to do. When asked what I was doing, I responded that I was talking with "Jack and Joe."
My mom had two brothers, Jack and Joe. They had muscular dystrophy, and they passed at an early age. Many, many years before I was born. It wasn't a topic of conversation she ever talked about, even to this day. There was no way that I could have known they existed.
And then I said "Mom, they are happy they don't sit in funny chairs any more."
That was the kicker. I didn't know they existed through my family teaching me about them, and I certainly didn't know they were wheelchair bound thanks to being sick.
This is what started to clue in my family that I was off. A hand full of things happened more frequently over the weeks.
My sister made the connection of these strange events to the Ouija Board experience she had and dubbed me "Demon Child."
I didn't understand why I was called this, but I knew it was bad. If you know anything about child psychology, you know they tend to internalize everything. I wasn't any different. All I knew is that it was bad, and it was because I could do these odd things. Logic follows that these odd things I do is bad, and there for I am bad.
That's putting it lightly.
It was far more complex.
Any experiences I had that I clued in my family about resulted in even worse treatment in this area until I started to bottle things up. I'm not saying it was all bad. I love my family and they love me. But in this specific aspect of my existence, this part of who I am, I was completely and totally ignored or ridiculed.
It was terrifying for me. It made me depressed and afraid of myself. It made me afraid of things I was seeing on a daily bases. I thought I was bad and wrong and messed up. Undeserving of comfort for my torture. I had no sanctuary, and I couldn't stop the experiences from piling up.
So for most of my life, such a big aspect of who I am caused copious amounts of pain for me. I was in a dark place for a really long time. I was eventually labeled a liar or anything else you can imagine. School children can be cruel.
This dark place I was in was just an invitation for dark things to find me. I recall when we moved (I was about 5 years old) that I would sleep with my mom every single night, forcing my dad to taken the couch, because I could see a "witch" flying in circles around the ceiling light in my bedroom. It was a shadow that was rather nasty.
I did eventually win that fight. I know better now. But these are recent developments. It was only when I turned 19 that I decided to put my foot down. I'm still learning and I'm still scared, but I'm much stronger now.
The point of me sharing this is to teach a lesson. Or maybe help somebody out there somehow. If you have a child in your life that you think is having these experiences, please be there for them. Use your best judgement.
If you are unsure or uncomfortable, keep their health and happiness in mind. But don't sweep away something that they make clear is a big deal to them. Don't ridicule them.
You don't have to understand it. You don't have to like it. It's ok to be afraid and unsure. But do your best to support them.
And most importantly, please don't call them demon child.