Growing up I wasn't exactly normal, I was a strange child who was fascinated with the supernatural, paranormal and anything freaky (for instance my favourite shows as a little kid was Beetle Juice and The Nightmare Before Christmas). I used to see, hear, and talk to spirits, I don't recall very much, but my mom told me stories of how I used to complain that people kept talking to me, and I'd ask her to make them stop talking to me. Although I don't remember this I do remember this one experience I had.
I think I was around 4 or 5 years old at the time, and it was the middle of the night when I woke up suddenly from a terrifying nightmare, which was not uncommon since I had nightmares almost every night growing up. It felt like I had slid into my body from somewhere else, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and it scared the hell out of me to say the least. I shot up into a upright position and tried to scream but I couldn't make a sound, which just scared me more. It took me a few minutes to finally work up the courage to get out of my bed to go to my parents room.
When I walked to my door I saw a tall, black robed figure, that looked like a grim reaper except without the scythe, and I couldn't see its face, it stood outside my room off to the side. Needless to say I was paralyzed with fear, but I forced myself to keep going. So I walked past it, and as I did, so it followed me with its gaze. When I turned the corner there were two more on either side of the arch leading to the living room, and I walked past them too, they also watched me pass them. But, it didn't end there, there was one more by the arch to the kitchen, which lead to my parents room. And when I got to my parents' door there was one more right by their door, and I couldn't do it, so I ran back to my room trying not to look at any of them, and jumped under my bed covers. It was strange though, the whole time they never said a word, they just stared at me.
To this day I don't know who or what they were or what they wanted, but I never saw them again. And I can assure you that it was not a dream, because when I jumped into my bed, a few minutes later my mom came into my room to see what was the matter. I think she must have heard me or something. But this wasn't the last of these strange experiences.
When my mom, my brother, and I all moved to Drayton Valley, I had a similar experience. I was about 6 or 8, when the same thing happened, I had a nightmare and woke up trying to scream but I couldn't. I swung my legs over the side of my bed to get up and go to my moms room, and I saw them. I saw my Aunt Sheila, my Grandma and Grandpa (from my moms side) were standing there in front of me all dressed as if they were going to a funeral. But, of course this couldn't have been possible because they were all 5 hours away in Brookes. Just like the reapers they didn't say anything and they seemed unnaturally pale and when I walked past them they turned to face me, once I was past them I ran the rest of the way to my mom's room. Even though, they appeared as relatives, what ever "they" were, I was still very much afraid of them.
And although, I am almost dead positive that they were spirits of some kind I haven't seen them since, or any spirit as a matter of fact. After that incident I don't recall ever seeing a ghost or spirit again, or hearing voices, except once in a blue moon. Did I somehow lose my psychic ability if that's what it was, and why did I lose it, why me?