This is my first story here and I would like to say, any one that can help me understand the things that took place in my younger years would be greatly appreciated.
I really don't know when it all started. I remember having really vivid dreams and a lot of nightmares. I was always scared of the dark and of being alone.
I saw ghost-like people walking into my bedroom when I would forget to close the door at night. They looked just like the ghost at the bottom of the stairs on the movie Poltergeist. I also saw ghost like people in my clothes if the closet door was open.
I used to try to leave the light on but my mom would tell me to turn it off and say my prayers. I even saw (please do not laugh) the Osmand brothers kneeling at the foot of my bed. I was sleeping and woke up to see them there. I closed my eyes and shook my head and opened them again and they were gone.
I used to hear high-pitched sounds that would hurt my ears all the time. Other people never heard them. I would see faces in the paneling and other things in the house I grew up in. I still see some of them when I visit my mom. I too like some people on here would know what was going to be said when I would watch TV as a child. Or know what someone was going to say before they said it. Deja-vu was a big thing with me, it happened a lot.
I still to this day hear footsteps. I used to hear them a lot when I lived in the trailer my 1st husband and I lived in. I was not scared of them. I also remember looking out the window in school and seeing not the schoolyard but something like the civil war times.
One of the weirdest things I will always remember is something that took place when I was about 12 years old. They say we do not dream in color, but I have. I remember this and other things just like it was yesterday. I had a dream that was very detailed. I dreamed my brother T was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a shirt from my dads work place. (It was white with red letters). He was sitting in my dad's spot at the table with his back to the sliding glass door. T was eating cocoa puffs in a blue Tupperware bowl and with one of mom's good spoons.
My mom was on the phone in her bedroom. While she was on the phone 2 people walked through our yard heading to the neighbors when all of a sudden they came in our house and started choking T. I kept yelling for mom but it was like she did not hear me.
I woke up very upset, walked in the kitchen to see my brother T sitting at the table wearing the same shirt, eating the same food in the same colored bowl using mom's good spoon and my mom was on the phone in her bedroom. 1st thing I did was run to make sure the doors that the people in my dream came in through were locked. As I was locking them two neighborhood kids walked through our back yard. Talk about freaked me out.