It all started on Easter break when my father had this convention to go to in Pennsylvania. It was a one night thing but, we all decided to go along with him for "fun" I guess. It was a three hour car ride but, we survived. On our way there my dad tells us that the hotel we are staying in is historic. So, I was like: "cool!" because I like historic places. I believe that in my last to past lives I lived in the Victorian Era and in Henry the eighth's era.
Suddenly, a strange thought pops into my head, "Imagine someone was killed there." I quickly shook of the possibility because I have visited other places of historical significance and nothing was wrong with them. Upon our arrival, we learned that our 2 rooms where far from each other and my dad had them put us in adjoining rooms. As soon as I entered the hotel I... don't know what happened but I felt like my day was going to go bad or not like I hoped.
Well, we ended up going to our rooms 226 and 224. My three sisters and I went into the room and I seemed to be drawn to the bed by the window but, I didn't want to sleep on the left side of it, I knew I wanted to sleep on the left side close to the window. Now, this is strange since I normally don't choose to sleep by the window. I always feel more comfortable away from the window and usually sleep on the left.
After picking sides we decided went out for dinner and when we came back, we decided to wear our pajamas and go to my mother's room and watch a movie on her laptop. All of my sisters got ready, went to the bathroom and left but, before they were all gone I had asked one of my sisters to please stay with me. I felt uneasy and didn't want to be left alone but, she left me all alone.
I went to the bathroom but, I left the door open since I was the only one in the room but, all the while I felt as though there were a pair of eyes peering straight into my soul, directly at me. I ended up dashing to my mom and dad's room and about an hour later we turned on the TV and coincidentally the first channel we changed to was showing a movie that took place in a town next to my hometown.
We decided to watch it and when it was over and everyone was sleeping I still felt like I was being watched. I also felt afraid of looking under the bed but, I had outgrown the fear of monsters years ago. I thought to myself, "I have to stop being afraid and that I am imagining things." Then, I closed my eyes and tried to brush the feeling off... I eventually went to sleep.
The next day I woke up and found that I was the only one who had slept that long. We were in a rush and my father had some business to attend to. I went to the bathroom washed my face, brushed my teeth and put some clothes on. My sisters had checked the room to see if we were missing something before they left but, for some reason I felt the need to check under my bed, even though I was absolutely sure I did not forget anything. (One night in a hotel with a little bit of stuff. I obviously did not carry anything that wouldn't be seen.)
So, I walked towards the bed, but not my side, the side I had dreaded sleeping on and lifted up the sheets slowly. What I saw, I am still in awe of. I had realized that my feelings were right on. I saw a pool of dry blood on the rug. It wasn't even washed away or anything. In my shock I let go of the sheets and saw that on them was dry blood. I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands. I thought to myself "Is this for real?!" Am I going crazy? I wasn't sure but, what I was sure of was that was blood... It wasn't paint because I know how paint feels like since I have used it a lot. (I like to paint and draw and have used all kinds.) I also know how it looks like when it is spilled on a carpet and has dried on the floor. This looked nothing like paint at all.
I then left the room but, I didn't tell my family because they would think I was crazy or something. We went down to the hotel restaurant and ate breakfast. My sisters and I went to the bathroom right before we left and I told them about it because it was on my mind the whole time. I felt like I could not do anything. Afterwards, when my sisters left the bathroom and my mother came in I decided to tell her and when I did she said it was probably just paint.
And off we went. Ever since we came back I have been very bothered by this. I know 100 percent that it is not paint but, I was also afraid that if I told someone in the hotel, it might not be there and everyone would think I was crazy. Like I said in my recent story, I was starting to develop the ability to sense who is on the phone, and whether or not the person was dead or alive. I never thought that I could sense the exact spot where human blood was.
A lot of questions popped into my mind ever since like, "Was someone murdered? Why didn't the people in the hotel clean it up? (It seemed very recent to me. Oh and I was also afraid if I told I would get blamed or caught up in something I can't handle.) Was the hotel sanitary? Why me? And "Is this some kind of joke?" I felt like I was being Punk'd and was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out of a little corner or something. I don't know what to think and I am very confused.
Lately, I say things like "Imagine my brother decides to surprise us and come back early from the D.R. On Monday!" and when I confronted my parents about it, everything I say is true down to the last word. I have found that my abilities have indeed gotten stronger and now I am also able to find missing objects. Everything starts with a random idea popping into my head. While I do understand that my abilities are getting stronger I was wondering why this experience happened to me.
It seemed like it was fate or something or that I was attracted to going there. My parents did not even think of taking us with them in the first place but, for some reason I wanted to go. Like some force was pushing me to go and setting everything in place and making everything work out so there was no choice for me but, to go. And, indeed, that's how it went.
Normally, I would think it was stupid to go somewhere for one night only but, the day before I had expressed that I wanted to go. The next day I thought what if my sisters were allowed to get out of school early and that way I would definitely go. Right after class, as I was about to leave my college I received a phone call from my mother telling me to hurry up and that we were all going. It felt very strange but, I went with it and look what happened. I feel like I missed something. I don't know. It still bothers me because maybe I was supposed to do more. This is the first "tangible?" experience I had? The most real?
I guess I need some advice.