My Daughter has had some experiences that she needs to share somehow. This can be done by this site. Here she is, typing her experiences, when she is only turning 13:
Hi, my story may not be that interesting to you... I just need to tell someone who doesn't think I'm losing my head! I guess I should start with when I was about 9. It was Christmas day, one of the best times of the year for a little girl. I come from a very select family. I am an only child, and my parents don't fight or anything. That's when it shocked me, that on Christmas morning my parents where shouting at each other. But at least this fight only lasted 30mins! Though it was a very scary moment for me. Anyway, I am going of the point, back to my first experience.
On Christmas day we all go to Church. Our Church is old and grand, a very classic Christian church on a green. We had our basic service and at the end the organ played a final piece with no singing. That was when I saw it. A whole Army of Black Soldiers and horses, galloping up the church then disappearing. They stood on people's heads, yet no one noticed. This scared me out of my wits and every time I go to Church and hear that same piece, it sends a cold shiver up my spine. Classic horror, but it is true! Later on I found out a battle had occurred on that green, very near that very spot!
I didn't have another experience until I was 11. We were in a Victorian house, not far from where I live now. This is a small but it scared me to death, as I was walking to go upstairs to listen to music in my room, I saw, walking up the stairs, a pair of feet, yet I couldn't see the feet, just white shoes, mostly covered by a white, lace dress, trailing slightly. I also saw that sight a day after my 12th birthday, walking away from my room.
My last experience was merely a few months ago. I am in a different house now, and had basically forgotten what happened in the Church and the other house. I was sleeping in my bed when I suddenly woke up. I didn't get up though, or open my eyes, because someone was there, and it wasn't my parents, I could hear them down the stairs. Then I felt someone sit on my bed, my body tensed and I hardly dared to breath until I felt eyes being let of my face, and the room back to normal.
I couldn't sleep very well in that room obviously after that night, but I can force myself to forget things like this luckily. Until I woke up again about 2 weeks later and felt eyes on me again and heard my parents below. A hand placed it self right next to my head and the bed tilted. I still didn't open my eyes, or breath until it was off.
The same thing happened 1 week after that. Everyone blamed my imagination, but trust me, it wasn't. Once the eyes had released I ran down the stairs crying like a baby, but I couldn't help it! And I had to move rooms, which took a long time I can tell you that!
So those are my experiences. They have frightened me to death yet no one will believe me. I hope at least some of you out there do though, thank you.