My parents are extreme Christians. If they knew what I could do, I'd be in a mental hospital. I can tell you what's going to happen in the future and I can tell you what you're thinking. My friend thought it would be fun to see if I could talk to spirits.
I decided trying to communicate with the super-natural and thought it wasn't that bad of an idea. I waited until my parents were asleep and I turned off the lights and started asking questions. I could feel something in the room, just bringing me down; a weight on my shoulders not stopping me from breathing but definitely affecting it. I couldn't hear them even though I knew they were trying to talk to me.
I decided to try a different approach. I picked up a piece of paper and wrote the alphabet on it. I placed my hand on the paper and closed my eyes. I have never experienced anything like that in my entire life. I may not have lived long but I know that this wasn't normal. It almost looked like someone was typing in my head. This may sound crazy but, they were talking to me. Answering all of my questions in the order I asked them. Without saying a word. It was one of the most incredible things I have ever experienced.
My mother came in my room the next morning and picked up the paper and asked what I was doing with it. I told her that it was an old paper from one of my classes at school. She took it and ripped it with a few other papers and threw it in the trash can. She ran up to me later crying asking me why that paper won't go in the garbage. I told her I didn't know and yelled at her for throwing it away in the first place. I asked her if she ripped it and of course she did.
Later that night I was alone in my house. My grandparents live next door to us and I was planning on going over there to make dinner. I walked towards the door and pulled on it a little and it didn't budge. So, I figured it was stuck and pulled on it really hard. It wasn't going anywhere. I was thinking it was just the locks. I locked and unlocked all of them even though they weren't locked in the first place. The door just would not open. I was a little freaked out and put my foot up on the frame of the door and pulled as hard as I could and it just refused to open. It felt like someone had the other handle and was pulling against me. I walked over to the other door and pulled at that one too. It takes a lot to scare me. I've had a lot of things happen to me. The doors weren't opening. I was a prisoner in my own home.
At about 11:00 my mom came home and the doors opened from the outside. I didn't tell her anything for fear she might start crying again. I wrote on another of those pieces of paper the same way I did for the one that kept showing itself to my mother. I started talking to the same spirit I spoke to the previous night I explained what happened and how my mother didn't mean to upset it. Since that day, the spirit has written happy birthday on my mirror in the dust from my ceiling. I'm getting better at talking to them without that paper. I can hear them sometimes. I can feel them and, I can tell you what has happened in a house I've never been to before.