My name is Casandra. I am now almost 23 years old. I have 1 older sister, 1 older brother, and 1 younger brother. Ever since I was 5 I have had problems with spirits and knowing when someone will die. My mom told me when I was little, my cousin came to visit from Mexico, she was 15 at that time. When night time came around, she woke up to use the bathroom, and as she walked out of the room to go down the stairs, in the office cattycornered to our room, was "me" with a noose around my neck, hanging from our portable closet rack. She cried for my mom and they ran to check on me, where they found me sound asleep. When I turned 7, both of my eardrums broke and I was in so much pain. Could this be connected somehow?
My next encounters started when my mother and father got divorced. I was 12. My mom moved out, and I stayed living with my dad. One night at 3 a.m., my eyes popped open, unable to move, scream, I was HELPLESS! I was so scared, I didn't know what was happening to me. My books on my beds bookshelf fell all over my bed, and me! I had tears streaming down my face, and was still scared of what happened. I ran to my dad's room crying and begging to sleep in his room on the floor. That was the first of continuous years to come that I would experience this horror every night, same time, 3 a.m. As the years progressed, the encounters became more violent. I would be awoken only to feel pressure on my chest, blows to my face or other parts of my body, and still unable to move. I tried to explain to my parents what was happening but no one wanted to believe me. The only nights that I wouldn't get "haunted" was when I would have my cat or dog in my room. My cat would hiss and growl at the middle of the room when nothing was there. My dog would stand and growl with her head down like she was protecting me. Somehow, they knew, or could sense a harmful presence. My dad later told me that he had a "ghost" that slept with him every night. He could feel a "dip" in the bed beside him, but no one was there. In the morning the dip was gone. The encounters didn't cease until I got married. My husband is Catholic, so I told him about all of my encounters and his mom in Mexico sent us some cards that were blessed at the Basilica de Guadalupe in Mexico City, to warn bad spirits and demons to stay away, and they are not welcome. They stopped everything! I could finally sleep and not be afraid. Though in all honesty, I am still scared of the dark... My dad finally spoke with the previous owner who informed us that the house was haunted, even when she lived there, more than 20 years ago! So why did they choose me, and leave all my siblings be? I still don't understand.
Also, ever since I can remember, I have been able to sense when someone will die. I smell Carnations, even when the flower is nowhere around me, and someone dies 3 days later. They can be someone close to me, or someone close to someone I meet or know. I don't know "who" but I know that it will happen. I finally let my friends at school know about this "gift" when I smelled carnations during class time. I told them, "In 3 days, someone's going to die." Of course, they didn't believe me. 3 days later, everyone was called to a surprise assembly in the schools gym. This assembly was to inform us that our history teacher had passed away. My friends believed me then, surprised and freaked out, but they believed me.
In a more recent event, I took a nap during the morning, since I didn't sleep well the night before, I awoke to a pain in my chest, unable to move or scream, I thought I was dying. It felt like I couldn't breathe, like my airway was closed. My heartbeat growing slower and harder until nothing. I tried and tried to yell for my husband, but it was hopeless. All I could think of is that I was never going to be able to tell my daughter or husband goodbye. I then "blacked out". 3 days later, at work, I found out one of my co-workers nieces died. The scary part was, she hung herself. All I could think of was that feeling I had 3 days earlier. How could I not see it coming? Is this gift progressing on it's own? I felt all the pain she was in. Everything I felt that day, is this how she felt as the life left her body? I'm scared of what I know, and more so of what I don't know. I need help and I am so confused. Why me?