My name is Kevyn Day, I am currently nineteen years old and living on my own with my boyfriend. I'd like to begin with mentioning my birth. My mother's first husband, Fred Whitlow, drove eighteen wheeler's for a living. One trip, he fell asleep and so had his secondary driver (who was supposed to help keep him awake). When the vehicle started to drift the secondary driver awoke, looked at Fred and realized he was asleep. He shook Fred awake, but it was too late and they crashed into the side of a cliff wall. The secondary driver survived the crash, but Fred did not. He and my mother always wanted a little girl, but Fred was unable to have kids. My brother's had been conceived through In Vitro.
After my mother remarried, I was born. The day I was born also happened to be Fred's birthday. I wasn't actually due for another couple of weeks which makes it all that much more unusual. I always felt for that reason I can sense his presence. I don't believe he has moved on, he loved my mother very much, and felt he needed to make her happy after his passing.
It has been five years since my last experience. I was terrified of the experiences I was having, I wasn't sure what was going on. My only knowledge of psychic or paranormal experiences was what I had seen in horror movies.
When I was young, I would constantly awaken in the night with a feeling that someone was in my room with me. Once I witnessed my dresser drawers opening and closing on their own. I have heard a voice call out my name in my ear on more than one occasion. I believe the voice belongs to one man, someone who was trying to get my attention. However, I believe he has chosen to ignore me, because I have chosen to ignore him. These experiences terrify me because I have absolutely no idea how to react to them, or what steps I should take to resolving the situation.
One dream I had that relates to having a psychic experience, happened after my grandfather passed away. My mother and I were in his house. It was a warm sunny day out, and everything had a golden light to it. My mother was sitting in my grandfather's favorite chair. My grandfather was standing next to me near the back door, wearing his favorite plaid shirt, jeans and suspenders. He was asking me "Do I really need to go?" and I replied "Well, no, but no one will see you. You can continue to putter around as you like, but no one will see you". All he said was "Oh...". He then turned toward the stairs. That's when I noticed two dark figures who I sensed were my brothers. They escorted my grandfather up the staircase and that was the last I saw of him.
Apparently, this was the night he was being cremated. I strongly believe my grandfather was trying to communicate with me one last time. I wouldn't say we were very close while he was alive, but we both loved each other very much. Sometimes it felt like I was the only one who didn't judge him because of his addiction to alcohol. He was letting my know he didn't want to leave, but if I thought he should, then he would.
Since then, the experiences I have are entirely intuitive, and involve people close to me. However, when I move to a new home I always seem to be attracted to a place that has strong vibes. My current home, the former tenant killed herself, and I occasionally sense her presence. She isn't angry but I can feel she has regret, and guilt for leaving her seventeen year-old son behind. I wish to develop my possible medium capabilities, along with my intuitive skills. I don't want to be afraid of these moments anymore. I want to learn, investigate and discover.