Ever since I was little, I would sense things near me. At the time I didn't know what they were. As I got older, I began to hear my name called quite frequently. This happened while I was alone and while other members of my family were home. I would often seek them out and asked if they had hollered for me, but they would always reply with a no and an odd look. I haven't heard my name called as much lately, but every once in a while it still happens.
When I was about 8 or 9, me, my mom, and my sister had just gotten home from the grocery store. I walked upstairs to my room (it was the only bedroom up there) with my sister. At first, I didn't notice anything. But a couple of steps in the bonus room I looked towards the door and I stopped moving and pushed my younger sister towards the stairs and she couldn't understand what was wrong. I yelled for my mom and said that there was a man standing in front of my bedroom door. My younger sister looked at me as if I were crazy and said, "I didn't see no one." Since she was behind me, I thought perhaps she could have missed it. My mom went up to look and no one was there. Later I explained what the man looked like and my mom looked at me in complete shock. The man I described was her father, my grandfather, in the outfit that he was wearing when he was buried. I could not have known this. My grandfather died while my mom was still in high school. I had never seen a picture of him and my mom had never talked about the funeral or what he looked like.
A more recent experience: Last year, we sold our house and we moved into a rental house (we have since moved from there). At first I would feel like someone was watching me every once in a while. A few months later I started waking up in the middle of the night hearing my name yelled in my ear. Every once in a while I would go into the living room and from the corner of my eye I would see a man who looked to be in his late 50s or early 60s. One day I told my mom, "I am pretty sure there is a ghost in this house." and she looked at me and said, "Oh, I know there is. I have saw him once or twice." After I talked to my mom I never saw him again, just felt him.
In our new house, I have seen a little girl in my peripheral version. However, since I can never get a clear look at her I can't really describe her. Once when my whole family was asleep, I went into the kitchen for a drink and a late night snack. While I was filling my cup with juice, I distinctly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around but no one was around. I tried talking to the spirit, but she never answered. Sometimes, in certain areas of my house, I feel such a strong feeling of sadness that tears start running down my face. My sister was with me during one such times and she asked what was wrong with me and I said I couldn't explain it. I just felt suddenly sad. This house was just built. However, a long time ago, Native Americans used to live in the area.
I haven't had too many experiences lately except for the feeling that I am being watched every once in a while. I try to meditate as much as possible. Are there any exercises that any of you can recommend for me so that I am actually practicing with this gift? I would love to be able to communicate with those who are around me that have not yet passed on and try to help them.
Thank you for reading and replying:)