My name is Lauren, and I am 18 years old. I am currently a senior in high school. My grandmother recently passed and since her death I can feel her presence; or so I think. I do not know if I am making this all up or if these feelings are true. So, here is my story and feelings.
As a child, I remember feeling like I was never alone; there was always someone or something else with me. I was always so scared to be left alone, so I kept from it as much as possible. I always asked my mom or dad to go to certain rooms in my house with me, so I could either retrieve something or put something away. Today, I still ask for someone to go with me to these rooms. I hate being left alone at home, because I feel like someone is watching me. I have become more comfortable being alone at home in the past year or so; but I still avoid certain rooms of the house.
Ever since I can remember, people have always called me an old soul. My teachers, dentist, family physician, and grandmother have all told and called me this. I relate to people easily, and I tend to become emotionally captivated by others. As a child, I could not stand to see someone being left out or being made fun of; I would come home a lot from school crying because of this. I, still today, cannot take watching someone in pain or sorrow. People's emotions effect me deeply, and I feel as though I can feel someone's emotional pain without knowing (for fact) that they are feeling a certain way.
After my grandmother passed, my mother struggled with guilt and sorrow following my grandmother's death. My friend urged me to go and meet with a psychic medium in hopes that my grandmother would come through and ease my mother's mind. So, my mother and I attended a spirit fair in our city. We decided to get a reading, separately, from a psychic medium at the fair. I met with the psychic medium first. Right as I sat down, she told me I was an old soul. Tears formed in my eyes because I felt like maybe all these years of being told this it might be true. She told me I was born with a psychic gift and that I needed to stop being scared from it. I cried more, because I am very scared. She gave me a lot of helpful information on how to become more in tune with my abilities and to stop being so frightened. She was so confident in me, that she told me I would probably be taking her place one day. She told me about other things in my life that she could never have known. I appreciated her guidance and I will never forget her.
Since seeing a psychic, I have been implementing her advice by trying to not be so frightened and by sitting alone in a quiet room to think. After trying these things, I swear that I feel two female presences in my home; I think. Also, after seeing the psychic, my television turned off by its self one night, while I was in bed with my mother. My mother and I freaked out, because we both knew the remote was on the night stand. A picture, hanging in our guest room, fell off the wall the next night after the television incident. What am I supposed to make of this?
I feel, what I think, is my grandmother beside me or sometimes touching me? I feel her especially when I am driving; I swear she sits in the passenger seat. I also feel my dad's mom, who has passed as well, every once in a while. While I was talking with my dad over the phone, I had a strong urge to ask him if he had cried heavily about a week and a half ago. He responded with a yes, and in my mind I could see him sitting on the edge of a bed bent over sobbing. I told him this and he confirmed. I finally let it out and said, 'your mom was with you that night consoling you.' I don't know what made me say that, but I did; and I felt like it was real. Another instance of this, is when I felt a female presence in my class one day. I could not stop staring at my teacher; she was just sitting there looking down at the floor. I felt as if she was having thoughts of emotions or stress. I felt so strongly that her mother was with her, but since I am so doubtful of this I didn't want to tell her, in fear that her mother was very much alive and doing well. But, the urge grew stronger, so at the end of class, I went up to her and told her I sensed that her mother was with her while she was sitting at her desk. My teacher gave me a hug and said she believed me. She confirmed that her mother had passed a few years ago. I thought I would feel closure and some assurance after this, but I just felt guilty; I started wondering if maybe I am making all of this up or I am lying? I don't want to ignore this if it is real, but I do not want to lie to myself or others either. I am young and scared already, but I so desperately need to figure this out. Any opinions, advice, or similar experiences would help. I tend to say things how they are, so please feel free to do the same with me; whether it be skeptic or not. I just need some help for this uneasiness. Thank you!