I'm Serah and I'm really curious about this. After years of odd experiences, I'm actually wondering if I have any sort of gift or something.
My mom, when she was little, had always been able to see spirits (or so she says) and at one point she was very briefly possessed by her grandfather at a young age. She also says she would sometimes hear voices up in the mountains near her house back in PR.
As for me, I've had small instances of déjà-vu, which I doubt mean anything, several other experiences. Before the death of another friend, this time at 11, I felt really sick. When I woke up the next day, I felt like nothing ever happened. It turned out that the day I got sick was the day he died.
Another incident similar to this happened recently, I was out, on a Saturday morning, at the vet's office with dog so I could get him a check-up. As I was waiting in line, I began to feel a sharp pain in my chest. I ignored it, went home, and the symptoms never appeared again for the remainder of the day. When I went back to school on Monday, an acquaintance had died of a heart attack on Saturday. It was then I began to realize that something was a bit odd with that coincidence. However, I left it alone and moved on with life.
However, all that changed over these last holidays. We were over in PR for the holidays; and since the major holidays had already passed, we took a trip into a mountain town there to eat some ice cream. Just as we near the town, I start getting a feeling similar to that I had experienced several months before. Not too long after getting the dreaded pain, my mother receives a call from my great-aunt. Apparently my great-uncle, who had been terminally ill for 2 years or so, was about to expire. We rush down the mountains in order to make it before he had died. Luckily, we managed to see him before he had passed on. As I stood by his bedside, I felt the pain dissipate as he was taking his final breaths. When he had finally passed on, I felt a brief presence that came and went; and the pain had gone away. At that point, I was convinced that I wasn't normal.
This was eventually furthered when I tried to fall asleep last night. As I tried to catch some sleep, I heard a voice that sounded like an old southern (really southern at that too) black male. I woke up in a jolt, and began to feel very uncomfortable in my room. I felt like something wasn't quite right. I got out and went over to my dad who was still watching TV. I told him that something in my room wasn't letting me sleep, but he shrugged it off. It wasn't until I told him I was serious that he listened. He remembered that there was a Methodist church with a cemetery not too far from the house, even though a Catholic priest blessed our house when we moved in. So, he took some Holy Water that my mom had and put some on me. He told me pray until I felt comfortable again. After some time, 2 hours to be exact, I finally able to fall asleep.
However, even as I type this, I still feel like something about me is different. Right now, my mom is the closest thing I have to have had gone through what I am at this moment. However, I'm too afraid to say anything as my mom is also a devout Catholic and is very quick to judge. At least right now, can I get any answers? I'm open to anything whether it questions or your own 2 cents on this.