Believing in the afterlife has always been second nature to me, as my mother has had spiritual experiences and has never doubted what I believe I have experienced myself.
I am 14 years old, and I have experienced strange things from a young age. Until now, I have simply believed in what I've heard, seen or felt, but now I'm beginning to question whether I'm going crazy...
At seven years old, I had an 'imaginary' friend called John Smith. I spoke to him as though he was there very often, although sometimes I used to tell my mum that he had gone away to visit his other relatives. Only recently has my mum confided in me that her great uncle was called John smith, and how I was able to give information about 'my imaginary friend' that only someone close to him, whilst he was alive, would have known; such as my mum. This worried me, so I convinced myself that my mum had made this up.
I have had a very troubled childhood, and have moved around England quite a lot. Whilst living in Epsom (Surrey,in London) when I was 8 years old, I lived with some relatives above a working mens' club. My relatives owned the pub, and had invited several spiritualists to uncover the secrets of the back room. As I was only young, I did not know this at the time. My father (who I have no contact with now) used to laugh and torment me about my fear of the back room, which I refused be left alone in, as I felt physically sick, and dizzy (a feeling I can know associate with excessive alcohol).
Not many more experiences troubled me, when I moved back to my hometown in Yorkshire later that year. Until we moved into my current home... A spirit was already connected to my mother (for reasons to personal to tell). A medium has already informed my mum who the little boy was that could be heard running up and down the stairs at night by both visitors and residents. I already know some scientific reasons why the noises on the stairs could be heard, as I am aiming for an A* at school in science, but as I have said, I believe in the afterlife.
After tea one afternoon, two years ago, me and my friend were going upstairs to my room. As my friend reached the landing, before me, she shrieked and jumped back knocking me back down the stairs, as a figure came strolling out of my brothers room. We had both seen the figure, but as she was white as a sheet gasping for breath, having a panic attack, I just picked myself back up and entered my room, shaken but untroubled. I knew this figure wouldn't hurt me, how I knew I couldn't explain.
None of my 'experiences' had really troubled me up to this point, but when I turned 12 years old, and started venturing out with my friends, I had no idea that soon I was in for the shock of my life...
An extremely old castle is open to the public in the small town I live in. Me and my friends sometimes went to the castle on sunny afternoons but strangely I always walked around the dungeons instead of past them. MY friends found this odd, but when they asked I couldn't give and explanation. I had only once been down the dungeons, whilst on a school trip, but I had had to be taken back up to the surface because I felt suffocated, drowsy and completely terrified; I was convinced someone else was down there, a monk if my eyes didn't deceive me. On this one occasions however, I was linking arms with one of the girls as she walked past the dungeons. As soon as I was in front of the doors, I couldn't move. My chest felt like it had imploded, crushing my lungs so I was unable to breath. People were screaming, crying, begging for their loved ones. I saw the whip slicing the cold air, she sounds of torture, a women screaming for her child... I opened my eyes, I was laid on the floor my friends around me. Apparently I had collapsed upon the floor.
From that moment I was attached to that place, I visited the ruins every weekend. I had other strange things happen around me every so often but my reasoning for help is the experience I had on the 18th October 2010, last night. Yesterday as the end of the lesson came near, I was stood waiting for the bell to ring, when a figure appeared beside me, I screamed and shouted what I saw, but it disappeared as suddenly as it had come. That night I awoke for an unknown reason, and the same figure was standing before me. A man, I think but his face was in shadow as my room was dark. I jumped up, pulling my legs up to my chest, and watched. I became quite calm as though this person was supposed to be here. I was not scared anymore. After a while it vanished just as the one had earlier that day, as soon as I had glanced down at my knees hiding underneath the duvet. Today I have been extremely confused, and I don't know what to think about what I saw my mum believes me, but do I believe what I saw. I'm so puzzled, am I going crazy, is it a coincidence that I have seen all these things or am I meant to see what I believe to be the afterlife?
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