Writing about this particular gift is something that I have to include. Some will believe me, some may not. It doesn’t really matter one way or the other because I know it to be true, and so do my family and friends. It’s not an issue of crazy and only people who have such a gift will just take you at your word for it. Sometimes things happen that you just can’t explain.  

In our family, some of us have sort of a sixth sense. I personally have been able to see, hear, and feel spirits since before I can remember. The earliest memory I have of experiencing anything supernatural occurred when I was five or six. I heard a little boy and a little girl playing outside of my window every single night when I was in bed getting ready to go to sleep. Being a child, it didn’t occur to me that kids shouldn’t be playing outside that late, night after night. I heard them perfectly clear, just as if I were playing amongst them.

From that point on, no matter where I’ve lived, and certain places I was visiting, I almost always felt, saw, or heard the spirits there. Once spirits know you can sense them, they will likely come to you. It wasn’t until later in my life that I put it together that sometimes ‘places’ aren’t haunted, but some ‘people’  are. I’ve experienced things being alone, sometimes with other people. It was only recently that I thought to take photographs to see if anything could be captured when I had a ‘feeling’ and actually seeing orbs and odd lights in the photos gave me some kind of validation. Renovating a house disturbs not only the physical layout of a home, but it can also disturb spirits that are within that space. You can feel the energy and it gets so strong that we have even put our hands through it. It feels electric, cold.

I’ve had so many experiences from hearing heavy boots pacing my house to whispers in the middle of the night. I’ve had premonitions, but I’ve also been able to feel what has happened in the past. I even dreamt of a violent crime that was committed against our friend’s son as it was happening. I frantically  woke my aunt up and told her about my dream and later that morning we found out it happened exactly how I dreamt it. It was like I was there watching from an aerial view and I saw what had happened to him. He was attacked less than half a mile from our house and the energy it produced was so strong that I saw it in my mind’s eye.

When I pulled up to a house I wanted to buy, my first thought was ‘ my life is going to fall apart in there.’ I didn’t want the house, I could feel that it had a life of its own, that many horrible things had happened within its walls. Someone convinced me to buy it, and indeed within six months, my life was a nightmare. You could feel the evil in the house. Boots constantly pacing, pictures coming off the walls, energy so big it felt like it filled the room. It got to the point where we were all sleeping together in the living room. I had a guy I knew who just stayed parked in my driveway just to watch over us but without having to be inside the house. I was never alone there besides the first day I moved in and I heard whatever it was walk toward me, down the hall, and into the kitchen. I remember thinking to myself, ‘so it’s begun.’

I couldn’t wait to get out of there. We didn’t want to be there. I had never fainted until I moved into that house. I fainted five times in that house while I lived there and once I moved it never happened again. It was like that house was meant to destroy everything. It sat empty before we bought it, and it sits empty years after I left. It was built on land that was a slaughter yard and the house had been on fire twice, tragedy evidently struck there. I knew it was going to be all bad there, and it was.

Anyway, I had forgotten all about the little boy and girl and then one day I just remembered. I told my aunt what I had heard when I was a child and she said ‘ I remember you telling me when you were little.’ I couldn’t believe it. Years later, I was wide awake early one morning, my bed started shaking side to side, I was absolutely terrified. When I finally had the courage to come out of the room about 7:30 in the morning, my son was on the couch and when I asked him why, he told me that something was shaking his bed and pulling his blankets off. He was pale and I could see it in his eyes that he experienced what I did. So that morning, something came to both of us. I’ve had so many experiences throughout my life that continue to this day.

I was giving one of my babies a bath not too long ago, and I knelt down to fill up the bathtub, and when I stood up, the shower curtain had come down around me. I  just screamed once and pushed it out of the way. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. There was no way it could have come down because I always fix it so it’s completely out of the way. I don’t feel any fear from whatever it is, but I do feel like it tries to get my attention.

Energy lingers for one reason or another. Sometimes the feeling is good and sometimes it’s so heavy and dark. I never experienced such a force of activity like the house I left. It was scary just being there. It felt so uncomfortable. One morning I was in bed and something sat on my feet. It took the air out of my lungs, I couldn’t even breathe. Everyone that had been there with me will say yes, there was definitely something there. A lot of somethings, and they were all bad. There was no ‘ light ‘ in the house, it felt like the house was depressed and angry. I couldn’t wait to get out of there, and the night I decided enough was enough, it was like we were running from something we couldn’t see. The house was freezing, even my car had frozen over which is unheard of. Noises, and energy I was walking through, I didn’t even look in the rear view mirror as I drove away. That house was the worst place I had ever been and I was elated to leave it all behind.

I’m glad that I have been so blessed and that my spirit feels free because if that weren’t the case, whatever is in my new house would be feeding off of and adding to my emotional turmoil.  The only thing missing from my life is my niece. She is the only piece missing in my puzzle. I love hard and deep and I am loved just as much. I have the best career, the happiest and best times of my life have all happened in these last five years. We have been blessed with five new babies in the family, two of them being mine, blessed with a lovely home in my hometown. It feels like a fairy tale when I’m in my garden picking fresh vegetables with my almost 2-year-old son, and my three-month old baby daughter outside in her cradle in the shade. So I’m just so thankful that love fills our home because love is the only thing that can fight it off.

But no matter what, things always go bump in the night. I sleep with my Bible next to my bed and I have emergency Holy Water on the mantle over the fireplace. I feel something come into the room, I feel it leave. I snap photos and take videos where you can actually see little flying orb style lights. My mother-in-law has stayed in the guest room once and said she wouldn’t sleep over again because she kept hearing something walking down the hall. Light switches click on and off. The freezer door opens as wide as it can be opened, I hear my family come home, get all excited and rush to greet them, only to find no one is there.

It’s just so incredible that this is a side of my life I don’t talk about but it’s such a huge part. I guess because things happen every few days so it feels like second nature. I try not to pay too much attention, but at the same time, it’s hard to ignore. I still have a half painted bathroom because the night I was painting it, my CD kept ejecting itself. Every few minutes, six times total it ejected from a brand new laptop and it didn’t happen before or since. That was the same night I heard the muffled voices and my first instinct was to look in the vent because of the sound it made. After that, I just decided to have the rest of it finished by a friend. Every time I do any kind of renovating or rearranging, the activity kicks up a notch. So with each new project I choose to do, I get nervous and rightfully so. But I have the best protector on my side. I’m such a strong believer and I feel safe because I know God is watching over us and will never let anything harm us or chase us out of our home like it did before. When I left what we all called ‘ The House ‘ and not ‘ home ‘ it was such a relief. I felt this sort of unexplainable blackness in my heart when I was there.  When I left, it wasn’t there anymore. I felt so good when I walked it felt like I was floating.

So I just wanted to share a few things about this very personal side of me. I’m not saying I’m psychic or a medium or anything like that. I’m a devout Christian believer that can see, hear, and feel spirits. It’s just as simple as that and I’ve learned that I have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of. Millions of people claim to have a sixth sense and they’re not all insane. They come from all walks of life. Two of my kids so far have the same gift, and it’s something I’ve had to teach them not to be afraid of. We always share our experiences and support each other because we know it’s very real.