Hello, my name is Paola and I must first say that I am very happy to have found this web site. For so long I felt that I had a crazy imagination. It all started when I was a child. I remember going to bed at night in fear. I always felt like someone was watching me. My hairs on my body would stand up. I would always have a night light on and still do until this day. My mother would always tell me of her experiences of ghostly stories in her small home town in Italy. I also learned that quite a few people in my family had similar experiences and some psychic abilities. My mother told me that I should always pray at night and if I were ever scared to just pray. Well let me tell you, not only has it worked but, it has restored my faith.
The first experience I remember was when we moved into a three family house. The TV would shut off and on and the volume would get higher and lower. The telephone would ring but all you heard was static on the other end. I found it weird because it never happened at the other house. At the time I had an indoor dog and cat. They both would act strange for no apparent reason. I would hear my dog bark and see him looking at the wall. My cat would growl or hiss at nothing and then run away. The next experiences occurred while I was home alone. I often heard my name being called. Whether I was listening to the radio, watching TV, or cleaning. I thought I was hearing things, but it happened several times. I started to see a pattern here and it started to really scare me. I now had an erie feeling that I couldn't shake off.
During the first year, I have seen dark shadows passing at the corner of my eye. A feeling that someone was always behind me, while at the same time feeling my hairs stand up. I was afraid to look at the mirrors in my house, afraid to be alone, and afraid to go to sleep alone. I had asked my cousin who was friends with the family living here before me, if anything weird occurred I didn't tell him what I was experiencing, because I wanted to know if what I was feeling was real. He told me that his friend experienced some scary situations. It turns out that what had happened to me, also happened to him. We had the option of moving to the 1st floor apartment with the backyard, let me tell you I was thrilled, I couldn't wait to move. To think that this would stop what was happening to me.
The experiences became more frequent and more scary. One day after I came home from school, I went into my room to do my homework. I had the radio on singing some tunes when it happened. I felt a cold hand grab my right shoulder and squeezed it hard. My radio shut off and I became numb and terrified. My heart was racing and all I could think about was screaming for my mother but I couldn't. I prayed and got enough courage to get up and walk out my room. I told my mother what happened and her response was "you too?". The night before while in bed, she felt a cold hand grab her leg. I pleaded with her to move out, but we didn't. I didn't know what to do, so one night with my night light on, I asked if anyone was in my room. If yes, the light would flicker twice, if no, the light should flicker once. I asked a series of questions and I got my answers.
I decided to embrace this experience and not be afraid. I came across a shadow in my room one day. It was on the corner of my ceiling. It looked like a little boy sitting with his knees bent. The first thing I did was move everything in my room to see if that shadow would move. I had my friends help me to witness any change. It didn't move! It didn't bother me and I didn't feel threatened. It would stay for months and then disappear.
The following year, I found I would have dreams and some would come true. I was also able to read people and what they were feeling. I would also see myself doing something seconds before actually doing it. One example is when I went to plug a wire into the outlet and seeing myself get a shock. I got the shock and boy was I shocked! Another incident was when I was walking to school and I saw myself trip on my next step. I tripped alright. These visions still happen until this day.
One other gift that I have, is the ability to know what is going on around me, when no one else can. My instincts are so strong and precise, that it took me a long time to believe in them. Not listening to them has steered me down an awful path. Sometimes, I pick up on numbers and this can happen anywhere. I didn't play these numbers, but I sure wish I did. I was in church and the priest was telling a story from the bible when, certain numbers stood out that I felt had a significance.
The last scary encounter I had, was a few years ago. This was a different home where we learned that the owners wife had died there. My mother was now also hearing and seeing strange things. My dog was constantly barking upstairs in the bedrooms and at the basement door. I would also catch him sniffing the door. You could hear someone walking in the attic and certain spots of the house would be cold.
One night I came home late at night. I went upstairs to go to sleep. I put my pjs' on and went to lay down on my back. As soon as I closed my eyes, a heavy weight came over me, paralyzing my body instantly. I could not speak, or open my eyes. I knew I couldn't be sleeping, I had to find a way out of this. As much as I was shaking of fear, I calmed myself by praying. I prayed to all my dead family, saints and god. I prayed for a good few minutes, until I had the strength to slightly open my eyes to see what was a fog over me. I felt like it was trying to suck my breath. This was by far the scariest experience I felt. Thank god the praying released this thing off of me. I ran downstairs to tell my mother. My mother asked a priest to bless the house and us in the hopes of having positive energy in our home. It felt good, but the fear was still there.
I feel that I have an angel by my side, that guides me and helps me through life. I went to see a psychic one night to hopefully get some answers. She told me who I was dating, that I would be married and I would have a different career, which all came true. She also told me that I should listen to my instincts and to not be afraid of the gift I possess. My fear has made my gift dormant and I should embrace it again. I know I'm not going crazy, yet I still am afraid to truly embrace it again.
Two years ago, I envisioned that something would happen to my father, my aunt and my uncle near my wedding. A few weeks before the wedding, I get word that my uncle has a malignant tumor in his kidney and had to go for surgery. He couldn't make it to my wedding. My Aunt learned that both her kidneys are working 18%. My father was told that he has a mass in his lungs, but after several tests, they don't know what it is. He is awaiting a biopsy surgery.
My worst fear had come true and I don't know how I knew this. Just recently New Years' night, I fell asleep for 1 hr. I missed the ball drop. My husband said he tried shaking me, the phones were ringing and I slept right through it. He had to make sure I was breathing. I don't remember a thing and this never happens to me. When I woke up, I didn't know where I was, nor did I think I was sleeping. I asked him if he had spoken to his best friend. He said no. I asked again are you sure, because I heard the conversation. I was filled with anxiety. I was so certain that I heard them. He assured me he didn't and that I may have dreamt it. The conversation consist of his best friends grandfather dying. My husband looked at his phone and saw his friend had called. He called him and asked if everything was alright. His best friend said no, my grandfather died today. My husband looked at me, I couldn't believe it.
How do you explain this? How do you explain any of this? I really would like some answers. I know I have a purpose in life, I just don't know what I should do with these experiences. Should I be afraid? Should I embrace it? If anyone has similar experiences and can explain what this all means and what I can do to better understand it, please post your answers. Like I said before, I thought I was crazy, but after finding this site, I finally can share this with people who hopefully understand what I have been through. I thank you for taking the time to read my story and I hope it has helped some of you.