Psychic Abilities, Mental telepathy, or Just an Open Mind

I personally believe everyone has more sensory ability than maybe they are aware of. I've had a few things happen that have made myself or others believe that I somehow have some psychic ability. One quick and strange example. My closests sister has always believed that I am spychic. On a whim , after going to a garage sale one day , she called me. With several people present she said to me on the phone " I've got a box here, It's about three feet tall and two feet sqaure and it's filled to the top with something. What is it filled with ? " Almost before she was finished asking, I had a vision and immediately answered " It's archie comic books." That is exactley what was in the box. She had said no more than what I've told you. Everyone there heard me say it and flipped out. She had just bought that box of comic books at some garage sale. There was no clue for me in any way as to what was in that box , yet I could see it in my mind as clearly as if I'd been standing in the room with my sister and others and looking at it.

Footsteps, Breathing , Repeated Visits

While I want to keep this blog as personal as I can , it's impossible to relate to a reader how active this house was without at least mentioning others experiences in that house. There were two particular things that happened frequently . Footsteps were heard by everyone that lived in that house. They would start in my parents bedroom, wind through the living room, through an archway into the kitchen, then to the basement steps where they would always stop. Often when that happened , but not always, lights would flicker after. My mother experienced it many many times while in the basement doing laundry or other chores. It was as loud as any normal set of footsteps. She would literally call out , who's home?! When there was no answer the feeling was the same everytime. You knew something/someone was there. I personally heard the footsteps at least 4 or 5 times. I'd like to think it was more than that even but I wouldn't swear to more. The second thing that some of us experienced in the house was far more chilling. As far as I know, all three of us girls and one brother at different times, laying in bed, heard and felt the breath of someone right beside us. Yet no one was there. Scarey? so scarey! It's funny to note that at about 6 or 7 years old , I started sleeping on the living room floor and that never changed as long as I lived with my parents. I know some people don't like to believe that visitors are sometimes evil or bad, but, I never got a friendly feeling from any of the happenings at that house. It was scarey. Something wasn't right. At about age 11 or 12 all the activity stopped. No one ever heard the footsteps or breathing again. After much talk about this, most of my family agrees that it was probably something my parents had brought into the house. We tend to lean towards it being in the doll collection. We were all glad when it stopped.

Have you been visited?

I'm going to start out this blog by just talking about a few experiences in my life when I was either visited or experienced something unusual. The best way for me to start is my early childhood years. My parents didn't have mainstream jobs. Part of how they supported us was in dealing in antiques. Our house furnishings and decorations were constantly changing as they bought and sold so many different things. We lived in a big brick house in the city of St. Louis. Six kids, three boys, three girls. The only person in my family that wouldn't say they'd experienced anything unusual in that house would be my Dad. But considering that he was never home alone , that's really not so suprising. One of the things I remember most vividly is one night home with my sisters and a few friends, we were all in the basement, playing pool , ping pong, talking. We all heard someone walking upstairs, comming to the basement steps, and then the steps just stopped. No one was there. But someone or something had deffinately been there. We were all spooked. We all just looked at each other quietly for a second then talked about what could that have been and how strange it felt. Shortly after that , lights flickered in parts of the basement while we were talking. Now, we were pretty scared. We called a brother to come over and he brought a few friends and checked the house. Nothing to be found. We'd all heard it. It was real. Years later in talking about this and many other happenins at that house, most of my family tends to believe that somehow some of the happenings were connected to my Mom's antique doll collection. All I know is that after many experiences by many members of my family, suddenly, there was just no more activity . No more experiences in that house.