I was not prepared for what life had in store for me. When I was six years old, I experienced my first sighting of a paranormal being. He was tall and slender, and he did not have a face. At that time I was an only child, so I slept in my own room. I remember having trouble sleeping that night, and I had a strange sensation of someone watching me. When I sat upright, at the foot of my bed, there stood the tall, slender man that had no face.
Every hair in my body raised, but my curiosity overruled my fear. I did not speak a word, and instead I heard him speak to me in my mind. He asked if I remembered him, and I shook my head from side to side cautiously. He told me that my time was about to begin and that I should not be afraid of what I was going to see in the future. Something about his voice seemed familiar, but I could not grasp what it was. He disappeared, and the next day I told my mom what happened. My family is Roman Catholic, so mom was more open to understanding what had happened, and since our Hispanic culture consists of many paranormal superstitions, that made the matter worse. My mom told my dad about what I mentioned to her, but instead of freaking out, he claimed that it was only child's play.
My mom tried to shrug off the matter, but after that day, things got worse. I told mom about the shadow lady that roamed our house, and mom did not believe me until one day I showed her. The shadow lady looked horrific, but instead of harming me, she liked to play with me and my dolls. I told mom one day to go up to the attic with me after lunch so she could see that the empty, plastic teacups would be filled by water after being left empty. When we finished lunch, she went to the attic and grabbed me by the hand. She said we were going to church because she did not know what to do.
When we got to church, she sat down with a priest while I played on the play ground outside. A new man appeared and told me he wanted me to give a message to the priest. When mom called me to talk to the priest, he told me it was not nice to pull tricks like those on my mom. I told him the location the man told me to tell the priest, and the priest stopped short. He asked me how I knew where his great grandfather was buried, and when I told him, he screamed, "NEVER TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS AND DO EVERYTHING POSSIBLE TO GET RID OF IT! THIS UNHOLY ACTION WILL ONLY RESULT IN EXPULSION OF OUR COMMUNITY AND OUR CHURCH!". I could tell he was thrown off by the information I provided, but all my mother did was apologize and call someone on her phone.
My mother had called and flown in a medium from Venezuela to check and see if what I was seeing was real. When I first met Ms. Lilian, I felt something almost electric when she grabbed my hand, and she smiled at me asking me to describe what I saw. I told her everything and she told me everything was going to be okay. Ms. Lilian told my mom that I had a "gift", and that due to that gift, I was able to see what she can see. Ms Lilian took pictures of the whole house, inside and out, and returned to Venezuela to conduct further research. She called my mom a week later and told her that in every picture she took, the shadow lady appeared in a corner. She told mom that the lady did not want us in "her home", and that it would be best if we moved out.
Dad decided that all of this was a bad prank and refused to move. The issue was that the shadow lady really did not like my mother. She scared her and teased her non stop. The tall man appeared again one night and told me he could take it all away if I went with him, but something in my gut told me not to go. So I stayed and things progressed, until one night when the shadow lady presented herself to my parents. I began to get really scared of sleeping alone, so I slept in my parents' room one night. I felt someone stroking my hair with long nails, and I thought it was my mother. I was wrong, and my mom screamed when she woke up and saw who was stroking my hair. Dad saw her too, and that is when he understood that it was all real.
My vision has not changed, I still get caught off guard sometimes, but instead of seeing the deceased, I encounter being that are more capable of harm. I always wondered why, and when I turned 15, my mother explained. She claimed that when I was just a baby, my mother dislocated her shoulder. She did not like the smell of hospitals and clinics (ironic because she was studying to be a nurse in her youth), so she went to a traditional doctor. In our culture you have two types of traditional doctors: the herbalist and "El Curandero" which is Spanish for witch doctor. It is easy to get mixed up with either of them because they both use herbs and massages to get rid of illness or pain. The only difference is that a witch doctor is known for having "supernatural" powers that were not given to them by the grace of God. My mother met with the doctor and because I was just a newborn, my parents did not want to leave me with a babysitter, so they took me with them. Mom says the first encounter we had with the doctor, he made direct contact with me and the first thing he said was, "she has a gift". She was a bit tipped off, but she continued to go to sessions with him to fix her shoulder. She said the more times we went, the more he looked at me and mumbled words under his breath. She said that each time we went back, he had new bruises and scratches everywhere. One day she confronted him about all of it, and he said, "I am a curandero, and to get to where I am today, I made a pact with a demon. My pact is coming to it's end, and I need someone to take over my place". Mom was disgusted and asked what that had to do with me, claiming I was just a baby. He said that I had the same gift as him, the gift that allows us to contact the other realm and that if I did not take his place, he offered my soul to the demon as a result.
Mom claimed she never went again, but when I described the voice that told me my time had come when I was 6 years old, she was terrified, because everything I said matched the description of the curandero. She has encountered several mediums through my childhood and what she finds terrifying is that they all recalled what happened that day and they all claimed I have the same "gift" as them. I personally would not call it a gift.
No matter who I share this story with, the person always says I have a "great imagination", or call me crazy. I wish they knew how real this actually is to me and those who have witnessed things with me.