It all started when I was little, around three or four years old. I scared my mom. I hadn't meant to but what I said scared her. My mother asked me "Where do babies come from?" expecting me to say "I came from mommy's tummy" or something to that effect and I remember saying, "Mom, before I was with you I lived with Jesus." Bear in mind I'd never heard of Jesus before and I didn't attend church at the time, but I was being truthful. My mother hovered over me because she thought I was dying or was going to die. After all, not many three olds would say what I told her. That's when I felt something change inside me. I don't know how to describe it exactly; it was like I was perceiving everything differently.
Anyway, flash forward a few years to the year 2005. My grandmother had gotten really sick and was on her deathbed and we just didn't know when. I slept in her room a few nights, to give my Aunt Shirley some company so she wouldn't be alone. I know my grandmother was out of it because of the medication and she slept most of the time by this point but I felt like her body was on the bed but her spirit was following me around the house.
She wasn't dead, but every time she went to sleep it felt like she was behind me, watching me. When she did pass away I was in my bedroom on the other end of the house asleep with the TV on and the door shut. I was lying on the bed and I looked over and something else was in the room. It was just an outline at first, so I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. But I kept looking at it and its body filled in and so did the features of its face until I realized my grandmother was standing right next to the bed staring at me and that's when I jolted straight up in bed. I was breathing hard but I looked around and nothing was in the room.
I felt something different though, like something was missing or gone. And I just knew at that moment, I knew she was gone. I overheard my mother talking to her sister and they we're crying and my Aunt Judy arrived too late and I could hear her say, "Don't tell me that, my mother's gone, my mothers gone." She broke down and started sobbing and then I heard my mom say, "We'll let her sleep through tonight, she doesn't have to know until morning." My mom came in my room to check on me and found me sitting on the bed's edge.
She was trying to hold her composure but I said, "Grandmas gone away, hasn't she?" and my mother cried and she hugged me and asked how I knew and I didn't tell her the part about me seeing her, I thought it be a little much for her to handle at the time, but I did tell her I felt her spirit leave. Sometimes I feel she is with me, even now. I just want to know, did I see her? Am I psychic?