I'm not sure if I stumbled on to this site by accident or not. I am a 20 year old women from a small town on the east coast of Canada. I have a long story and I need help, opinions guidance, anything.
To start things off, I suppose I've always known I possessed something a little different. As a child, I can remember always sensing different things. I have had to move around a lot, because of this, from parent to parent, from old house to new. I remember feeling extreme fear, vivid dreams, I've always been sick. I've "guessed" a lot of things. From a bus trip my parents were planning, to my brother coming home form the military after 5 years. Its always seemed natural, but not to the "supernatural sense" because I've always written it off as childhood fantasies, pretending I have powers and such.
I never really started to get into it until I was told about my great grandmothers tarots and my grandmothers dreaming. My great grandmother gave up her readings after predicting the death of a young woman. If my grandmother dreams of someone, they die within a week. My mother has always written my obsession with this stuff as "foolishness" but because of recent events that I shared with her and my grandmother she's told me things of what I used to do as a child. Of the "burning small lady" who died in our second home on her wedding night, who used to visit me at night. And things I used to say and do.
A history of recent events that have happened started when I moved in with my mother and her new husband. We moved to the country to his house when I was 9. I had to change rooms because of a looming black presence that hung in the air around an old shoot that leads to the attic. After living there for 11 years, I have become familiar with a dominating female presence, and a man in his late 30's with curly dirty bland hair that has made it a habit to watch me sleep at night. I've woken up numerous times to see him sitting on the side of my bed, hovering overtop of me. I have never gotten a bad vibe from whoever this man is, but I have always felt a dark presence and I still can find where it came from but have felt it numerous times afterward, in my mothers house and elsewhere.
The second event took place shortly after I began high school. My best friend's mothers death occurred suddenly. After her death, her father drank himself into acute memory loss and we had to hospitalize him. In the time between her death, and his illness, I used to spend a lot of time at her house, helping her with chores and such, every night, her father would scream and mumble with disturbing nightmares, and every night, there had always been a light presence I have sensed before he'd fall into a deeper slumber and quiet down. Over the years, my best friend and I have been separated, but I live close to her home. On 3 consecutive occasions, I have dreamed of her mother. Not seen her, but felt her every emotion, from anger when her daughter and I were fighting, to her praise from looking out for her daughter during rough times. I feel her every time I go over to her house, or even walk or drive by, but the disturbing part is that every time I experience an encounter like this, there is always a dark shadow or presence, and in one event, I have been beaten with things, objects thrown at me in my dream by a very angry force and have woken with scratches an bruises.
The strongest experience I have ever had, psychicly happened during high school after, and is still going on. This may sound wishy-washy but it is true and still astounds me. Now, I can't see auras per say, but when I'm relatively close to a person or concentrating/looking at one person I can feel their emotions, concerns, sometimes even to the point of seeing brief mental images depending on how well I know the person. This made it very hard in a large high school. Because of this and other experiences, I have suffered insomnia, paranoia, depression, and anxiety attacks, not to mention mood swings. My mom used to call me an emotional vampire, because I'd suck up every mood in a room.
Now in my second year of high school, I had a very vivid dream about a boy. I was never really into having a boyfriend until this point but after this dream, I could not connect with a person I was dating. I felt like I was cheating, or I belong with someone else. It was wrong to be with someone. I couldn't do anything, the thought of kissing them or whatever made me sick. Now, I could describe that boys face, just his face in detail. Dark hair, not long but long enough to go into his eyes, green eyes, and dimples. A happy face. A while after this dream was when I started becoming depressed. I drew a lot of pictures of him. I even had a name for him. I called him "Joey" after a while I gave up and tried to move on. I got my first job, at an ice-cream shop, and went in one day with my friends, and BAM there he was. Although his eyes where a little bit more brown then green, he was my "Joey" only that wasn't his name at all.
Automatically I felt this connection, and even though he had a girlfriend, we were always talking and glancing at each other. The week before we got together, I had a dream about us at work, holding hands. And running away in the dark. He fell though, and that weekend, he broke his leg in a hockey game, after half a year, I had a dream of being lost in an airport a week later, he said he was flying to Texas to visit his father, and I couldn't find a way to the airport to see him off. While he was away I had a recurring dream for three days about him falling into a hole, and me holding onto him. He kept asking for help. At this point, I was physically sick, and he hadn't called me for three days. It turned out that his father hated the fact that we were together and wanted him to move there and he didn't know what to do and needed help because he had failed at school. Since then, I have predicted his father coming on a surprise visit, the affair his step father was having and him leaving the family for a short time, and the gift of my engagement ring and what it looked like 3 months in advance to when he gave it to me.
Lately visions of things, are becoming more vivid, and more often. A year ago, I dreamed of holding a baby girl in my arms, and my best friend is due with an unexpected pregnancy in less then two weeks. While driving down the street I looked at a street sign for a store and felt a jolt, and a month later, my manager had left, so I got a call from that store for a job, that gave me incredible opportunities. The most recent are the most troubling, and they've already come into effect, and I'm terrified by what's going to happen in the next few weeks.
The dates that popped into my head over a series of days, were February 1st, 6th, and the 15th. Now, a brief history, I am currently unemployed and in serious trouble. During the days preceding the first, yesterday, I felt like I was going to get a job, or some financial benefit, help of some sort. Now, when I woke up on the first, I felt like I was going to run into someone familiar even though I wasn't going out anywhere... That evening, my dad called to see if I was ok (I was sick) and took me out for hot chocolate I ran into an old friend from high school and he got me an interview with the manager of a store. Yesterday while at school, out of nowhere, I experienced a complete breakdown. I started crying for no reason, and after sitting on it, felt like I was going to lose someone very close.
After this I have learned that my grandfathers health is dwindling, and even though they gave him a year, I keep having images of him passing in his sleep on this Saturday the sixth. I have also gotten an image of a very high number. I feel like myself or someone in my immediate family is going to receive a large sum of money with the decimal "8". Also, for the 15th, I can see the arrival of someone I haven't seen in a very long time. I keep seeing my closest friend I haven't seen in months because he is across the country. But I don't know. I'm terrified by this and don't know what to do. Or what to think. I have been trying not to think about it, but the more I do, the stronger the image is.
To make it worse, I'm really only coming to grips with this due to another event and the meeting of a new person in my life, who has had similar experiences. Over the last few weeks, we have been painting a mural in a gaming studio downtown. Over the course of a few days, we began discussing strange events that we have each personally experienced.
During this, we both admitted a presence in the small office. A man. After we spoke about it, while I was alone, I felt a slight pressure on one shoulder. Then next day, our patin containers had been moved around on us (no one but the town of us are in the building after hours) and they were moved loudly. Like they had fallen over, but just placed and dropped in random places.
That same day, I kept getting the name "Joseph" in my head. That night, I had an image of a fire. And woke up very hot and couldn't sleep after that, my brother and I experienced our TV shutting off by itself and strange banging all night. The next day, my new friend and I both drew images of the same, tired look man in a top hate. Only difference, mine was wearing a black coat and had mutton chops, while hers was jacketless, and was clean shaven. After I got home, I did some research and in a paper from 1866, I discovered a fire that had burned the whole downtown sector of the city, and the only death was a man name "Joseph weeks" I had a hard time sleeping. It was my first experience that strong. After only sleeping an hour or so, I woke up with my heart beating so fast, and so full of fear I couldn't sleep again that night either. The next day, I was alone in that office for about an hour and a half. I called his name a few times, but his presence kept drifting in and out. Its been a week since then, and I have not felt him at all. Which is a relief, but it could be due to the fact that there was people in the office pushing a deadline.
Regardless, over the past while, I have had some extreme encounters, and in all rights, I'm afraid and have no help in this matter. I have spoken to a few friends and my grandmother who believe me entirely, but can't offer me anything. I'm hoping someone could a small opinion is worth everything to me right now.
In regards to spirts around you of a hostile nature, telling them in a clear loud voice they're not welcome and really meaning business with them is key. The first part of your story really resonates with me.