My name is Laura. When I was little I remember my mom always knowing who was on the phone (no caller id) or knowing things she couldn't possibly know. Around the third grade I too began to "see" or "know" things that I shouldn't. Heck, my teacher tried to tell my mom that I was mentally "not right".
Over the years I learned to keep things to myself, and got to where I ignored them so well I didn't notice the things I saw anymore. When I was in middle school I wanted to go with my dad to see my grandfather who was my whole world, when I asked him to wait one week to go so that I could go too I was sternly told no and that was that. I cried the entire week my dad was gone, and didn't know why. I had told my dad that I wanted to go because grandpa was getting old and my chances to see him were becoming slim since there was 400 miles between us. My grandfather died two months later. The first time I realized that I was still "seeing" and that it was real was the night my dad told me that my grandmother was going for a heart cath the next morning and I, tired of no one listening, shouted that we needed to leave right then because she wasn't going to go. I was harshly dismissed by my parents and told to go to bed. The next morning I went down the stairs to find my dad sobbing, my grandmother had died overnight of a massive heart attack less than 4 feet from where she was born.
Since then I have inadvertently shouted events to people that later come to pass. One specifically was a friend that I told not to run security at an independent wrestling show because he was going to get stabbed in the back by a fan who took it too seriously. I described the man, what his face looked like, what he was wearing, even his accent. Two months later he called cussing me out because he had almost been stabbed, and would have been had something not nagged at him to turn to the left instead of the right, causing him to see the knife and being able to avoid the incident. Another time was when I told my mom that she didn't need to go to work, or at least take a different route to work. She didn't listen (she refuses to admit that she can "see" or that I can too) and hit a police officer head on because he was sitting left of center in the middle of a blink curve, lights on but no siren.
I know that there is something or someone in my house too. When I was living alone with my two small children (under the age of 5) I was sitting in my living room and heard the refrigerator door open. I walked into the kitchen I heard the sound of something sliding against the shelf in my fridge, so I went to look and there slid the jar of pickles (still moving) as it got close to the edge I said "Kenny if that hits the floor and smashes I'm going to kick your astral a$$!" the jar stopped and the door closed slowly. I call this ghost Kenny because I think I know who it is. He used to throw this one certain picture at my ex-mother-in-law, who incidentally turned out to by clinically psychotic. Since Kenny died cabinets and inside doors open and close, and I have seen him leaning over my kids cribs when they were babies.
Also, throughout my life I have seen orbs. Not just in pictures, but also live by the naked eye. My fiancée had one following him around the room one day which freaked him out. The orbs come and go, and only stay around for less than a minute. I have seen shadowy figures in my hallway before, but if I close my eyes and imagine a white light, when I open my eyes they are gone.
This has been happening to me my whole life, or as long as I can remember. I've looked for solace in preachers, some have told me it's a gift to do "God's work" others tell me I'm going to hell because I'm using something bestowed by satan. For the most part I am lost. I am here to find out if anyone can tell me. What am I?