Where do I start. I have always been fascinated with the spiritual world since I had my first psychic experience. I was pregnant with my first daughter and I kept having crazy dreams that I was talking to spirits, in particular, one that told me that he used to live in my house a time ago and that he meant me or my family no harm. I was at the time 18 and just graduated high school so I still stayed at home with my mom. Anyhow, the creepy thing was I don't remember falling asleep and when we communicated we did it with our minds.
Later in my 3rd trimester, my great grandmother passed during the week I gave birth to my oldest daughter Adriana (she will come back up in later stories). Right before my grandma passed I was sleeping and I sat straight up in my bed gasping for air and that's when I knew she had passed. Two minutes later my phone rang and I overheard my mother saying, "she did?" Referring to my grandmother passing. I was close to her but never experienced nothing like that.
My tale tell sign I knew I had a gift was when I went to my boyfriend's grandparents farm in MT Orab, Ohio. We decided to take Adriana to see his other side of the family. We had so much fun until it was time for bed. We were at his aunt's house and since we was not married she didn't allow us to sleep in the same room even though we have a baby. His aunt set me up in this room that only I can describe as stuck in time. As soon as I entered the room I already knew I was not comfortable. I kept getting goose bumps and what I sometimes get when I'm sensing a spirit, anxiety attacks. I tried to calm myself it was my nerves cause I'm in a different place to go to bed. Out of nowhere I had images in my head of a teenage girl who didn't want me in the room for whatever reason. I also saw that she would not let me sleep if I decided to stay anyway. I calmly called out for my boyfriend and told him I felt more comfortable staying at his grandparent's house instead. He kept asking why but I didn't want to hurt his aunt's feelings so I made up something like I left Adriana's bottle at the grandparents house. They lived just a half mile from his aunt so it wasn't a long drive. When we got settled in I told my boyfriend everything from how I felt entering the room to my images flashing in my head. My boyfriend went pale. "What's wrong?" I asked him. After about five minutes he spoke and said that the room was his late cousin who died a year ago. She was 17. I was in tears cause there was no way I would have known that because the family doesn't talk about her death. He asked me how she looked and I was right on the money. That was how I discovered my gift of being a sensitive. More to come soon.