I have been experiencing supernatural experiences since I was a newborn, according to my mother. When she was pregnant with me, at the age of 19, her parents kicked her out and she was forced to rent a 2 room house on her own. My aunt would stay with her to keep her company from time to time and to help out with me.
On one particular evening, shortly after my mom moved in, my mom experienced something that would change her life as well as mine forever. My aunt was trying to get settled in for the night and my mom had said goodnight, taking me off to bed with her. She put me in my cradle, at the foot of her bed and then laid down as well. I started crying, as was my normal routine and this time my mother told herself she wasn't going to pick me up as she usually did, and I was just going to have to cry myself to sleep.
A few moments later, I start to calm down and my mother hears my cradle start creaking. Reminding herself that her best friend's daughter was capable of rocking herself to sleep, she came up with the assumption that this is what I had resorted to doing. She laid there for a couple of moments thinking about it when it dawned on her that her friend's daughter was a year old, and I was only three weeks old.
At this she instantly went to get up to check on me when she was simultaneously pushed back down onto the bed. Whatever it was that was rocking my cradle was now pinning her down and keeping her from moving. She said she went to scream and nothing would come out, as it held her there for several more moments. Finally right as it was about to let her go, it got right in her ear and laughed the most sinister laugh she would ever hear in her life. Being a catholic, my mother grabbed me out of the cradle, grabbed my aunt off of the couch and drove us around until the sun came up and she could get in to a local church to question a priest. (which didn't get her far).
This was the beginning. Since then I've had several experiences through dreams and while awake that most would call unexplainable, some down right horrifying. The one that concerns me the most is a reoccurring dream that started when I was 12 or 13. Please let me know after reading this if there is help out there for me.
My dream starts out with random furniture in my parents house becoming animated and chasing me to their basement. Always to the basement, and more specifically the laundry room. This is where he greets me, a figure so void of any light that he's darker than black. Almost like a solid silhouette but not of a normal shaped human being, he's bigger. And he's telling me that he's come for my sister and that there's nothing I can do to stop him. And somehow every time my baby sister (2 or 3 at the time) appears behind me. He changes form to something to coax her (the last one I remember was grimace from mcdonalds) into taking his hand. I always fight him off and manage to rip her from his grip, how I'm still not sure. That parts never clear. But he disappears, vanishes from sight but I can still feel his presence.
My parents house is unquestionably haunted. We as kids were always individually being chased up the basement stairs, there were funny smells, voices, sightings (almost always peripheral for me), objects moving and so on. The basement was definitely the where the worst vibes were.
That being said, these dreams were enough to scare me into telling my mom we needed to get my sister baptized but not enough for me to tell her why I felt that way. The dreams would occur randomly throughout my youth but I can't remember if it was a yearly thing or less frequent. I eventually moved out when I was nineteen and those dreams stopped. It wasn't the end to my experiences with other entities however. I didn't get to see my family very much. I had been in a relationship that they didn't approve of and nearly all ties with my siblings (there were five of us) were cut. I would find out a few years later that sometime after my sister had turned twelve, she was placed in the mental illness ward at the hospital for having a psychotic break. She was hallucinating, hearing voices, and extremely emotionally unstable.
I know that because I was not there, that this thing had finally been able to get a hold of my baby sister. If I had only known what to do, and that my dreams where really something more, I feel like she would be ok. But since then (she's 16 now) she has been admitted at least 5 more times, put on medications and seeing a therapist. She's home schooled since last year she couldn't even handle half-day , and home tutoring. They don't think she will ever be able to live on her own, and last year they were an age requirement short of diagnosing her schizophrenic. I don't know what to do but I know I have to do something, and I know the only reason I was having those dreams is because I can do something.
I have other little abilities but I'm not consistent with any of them. I need to find a way, but I'm afraid at 27 I've missed my chance.
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