So it’s Monday and I feel absolutely drained today. I kept waking up in the middle of the night, like a lot of times and I have these crazy vivid dreams. However, I am awake at the same time. I look over to where my closet is which doesn’t have a door, it’s just like a cloth that hangs in front of it and I swear it changed, it just looks like something else. So then I fall back to sleep only to awake again and look on the other side of the room where there are a few things scattered on the floor like my slippers and my purse. I’m like looking at these items and one of them as been removed. I don’t know if I’m losing my mind or what. Oh and then I hear a whisper in my ear, “Hey.” I did not freak out, instead I just fell asleep. I know most people would freak out if they heard that but I feel like I’m so used to it because it does happen often.
When I was little I used to see things (this is actually true). Things that would freak you out, I’m talking ghosts. I remember being small maybe like 5 years old and seeing books fly across the wall that was in a huge bookshelf, which is funny because my parents still have that bookshelf. Anyways I used to see dead people (spirits). I never told anyone before, I think I was scared or ashamed or a little bit of both. It wasn’t until recently I let my parents in on the secret. So anyway when that would occur I would freak out, I freaked out for years until finally they stopped. I wouldn’t see them anymore but I still felt them around me. I remember moving to a different house with my parents and I didn’t think anything about those ghosts because I figured they were gone. Not until a few years later I used to hear voices calling my name and things falling on the floor. I became scared shitless again. I didn’t tell my parents I just let it continue to bother me. Eventually as I got older those things started to go away, it wasn’t until I moved in with my then boyfriend now husband that they stopped completely.
Then we decided to buy a house and within the first few days things were normal and I forgot about all the ghostly business until one morning I was sweeping the floor and I heard a man’s voice saying “hello.” I’m like oh boy here we go again, not another haunted house or ghosts following me around. I didn’t hear from that man again. I believe that spirits are out there and they try and contact you if you just listen. I try and welcome them nowadays but I feel like my brain has closed that part. The only time it does happen is when I sleep, I hear a voice in my ear when I’m half in and half out.
Okay that’s enough for today, you probably think I’m nuts but that’s okay. Everyone has their opinions 🙂 Hope everyone has a good Monday!