Too Many to tell
by Leah
(South Florida, USA)
I have had a lot of spirit connections in my life, not to mention Deja Vu (which has been my guidance for knowing I am where I am supposed to be.) I come from a very strict Pentecostal home and belief in ghosts or spirits were relegated to demons, but finally my mother (a devout Christian and minister) came clean. I am what most would call a sensitive, and as fate would have it, I married a sensitive (third time is a charm).
I have had a lot of experiences in my entire life with experiences, but only one scared me (close) to Death. I was living in my now husband's home in Dickson, Tennessee. He had lived there for a few years with his ex-wife, and then alone. He had told me about the activities in house right before we moved in together, and he was relieved when I told him that I knew already of the presences in his house of a small black child and a strong black man.
We were comfortable when toys were moving around upstairs above us in my then 4-year old's room, and when the voices called my name (even though I was the only one in the house according to the door alarms.) Things were good, even though I could see the figures out of range of sight and stuff started turning up missing. But then, my husband's company decided to relocate, so I sent my son to visit his dad in Michigan so I could pack up the house. My husband left for Florida for two weeks and I made the arrangements to have everything packed up and moved.
During the two weeks alone in the house, the strong male figure started to become closer in my view, and started to move stuff violently and loudly throughout the house. I would put stuff in a box and would come back to find the box overturned. I played it off and went about my business. One night, I emptied the bedroom closet and laid down for the night. That night, all hell broke loose. Here I was, all alone in this house and suddenly the stairs started creaking (wood cabin house, everything wood.) When I laid down to go to sleep, all of a sudden the ceiling fan slammed from the ceiling onto the middle of the bed. The cotter pin shot across the room and I was terrified. All I could do was talk to the spirit and in my most frightened voice let him know that although things were changing, he would still be welcome in this home. One week later my husband came home and we moved to Florida. But we did warn the new owners that the "special guests" would remain. Since then we think they came with us or we have new "guests" because we have had the same happenings. Absolutely true!!!!!
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