One Friday while I was in school, because of my empathy I think, I started bursting out crying. My teacher sent me to the nurse. Then the nurse sent me to guidance. They asked me questions like do ghosts or spirits talk to me. I said no because they didn't. So when they were done my godmom came to pick me up. She took me to her new house that they had just moved into the day before. We went to go sleep in her room. I slept for like 7 hours.
When I woke up, I stayed in the bed for 20 mins, just laying down. Then out of nowhere I heard a voice calling me almost 5 times. After they stopped I heard some vibrating pounds on the floor like a dog running around the bed. I had no covers so I couldn't hide any where. I didn't tell my godmom, because I didn't want her to be scared. I told my mom about 2 weeks later. And she says next time take a picture. And I was like, "WHAT! How can I take a picture when I am too scared to lift my head up!" She can be so careless sometimes. When ver I have a dream or premonition or something she asks me what it's about. But she doesn't care unless it's about her. So I have been telling her I forgot, since she only care about herself.
Anyone who can fill me in on what happened please do.