From about the age of four or five years of age, my eldest daughter began talking about voices that she claimed she would hear in her bedroom at night while sleeping.
According to my daughter, there were nights when she would be asleep and would get woken up by the sound of people talking in her bedroom.
She said that the voices weren't loud, but they were loud enough that it would wake her up.
She said that whenever she opened her eyes the talking would stop, but as soon as she closed her eyes and began to fall back asleep, she would hear the sound of people talking again. She was not scared by any of it whatsoever, just mostly annoyed. What annoyed her the most was that she never saw anyone, she only heard them.
It struck me as odd because my younger daughter slept in the same room with her and said that she never heard any voices or heard people talking. But she was claiming to see a little girl in their bedroom some nights. Apparently my younger daughter would awaken through the night to find the little girl sitting on the floor in their bedroom, playing with my daughters toys.
I found all of it to be rather strange, and that was because it appeared that I had some sort of "sensitivities", or what one would label "psychic abilities". From the time I was a small child, I was able to see and communicate with spirits. I too would hear the sound of chatter while sleeping in my bed at night. The big difference between my daughter and I however, was that whenever I opened my eyes, I would find someone standing in my room, near my bed. It was usually a deceased loved one.
I was then usually given information and some insight about things that had occurred, or would come to pass. Things that I had no possible way of knowing anything about. For the most part however, it was usually just a loved one that had passed on and who simply wanted to say hello and ask me to pass on a message to someone in the family.
My parents were well aware of my rather odd and rare ability, as was my brother. My husband knew all about it too. Both of my daughters however, knew nothing about any of it. So, when they began displaying possible signs of being "sensitive" as well, I along with my parents and my brother, found all of it rather interesting to say the very least.
As for my husband, he found it all interesting but was for the most part, completely creeped out by all of it. He was under the wrong assumption that all spirits were creepy and something to be feared.
And his fear definitely got the worst of him one night.
It was shortly after midnight and I was exhausted, yet I was still up. I was a nursing student at the time and I was up studying and working on a paper. I was down in the basement, sitting at the computer typing when I heard my husband yell out my name from upstairs. It startled me because he called out so loudly and he sounded really upset.
I immediately got up from the computer and ran up the stairs to him. I found him standing at the top of the stairs outside of our daughters bedroom, just standing there, looking petrified. As I approached him I asked him what the hell was wrong and why he screamed for me so loudly like he had. I asked him if the girls were okay and he nodded his head yes He walked towards me and took me by the arm. We headed downstairs to the living room.
When we reached the living room he turned towards me and said, "I just had the shit scared out of me." He said, "I have never been so terrified in my life like I was just now."
Feeling tired and a bit cranky, I was starting to feel rather annoyed with him. I still had studying to do, and had hoped to work some more on my paper. I said, "What the hell is this all about? What is your problem?"
He said, "I know that for you it's no big deal, you're used to this kind of thing. Personally I don't understand any of it and I definitely don't want any of it."
Staring at him and feeling even more annoyed with him I said, "What the hell are you talking about?"
He then told me that he had been in bed asleep and woke up to go to the wash room. After going to the wash room, he decided to go into the girls room to check on them. As he approached their bedroom door he said that he heard what sounded like a bunch of people talking and it was coming from our daughters bedroom. He said it was distinct and was definitely the sound of chatter, and it was definitely coming from within their bedroom.
He said that he opened their bedroom door and as soon as he did the talking immediately stopped. He said that it really creeped him out. He walked into their room, and walked over to our younger daughters bed. He saw that she was sound asleep, so he covered her up and bent down to give her a kiss. He then approached our older daughters bed and saw that she too was sound asleep. He said that he then bent down to give her a kiss too, but as he did he said that he heard the sound of talking again.
He said it terrified him because the voices and talking were coming from somewhere around and just a little bit above our daughters bed, right within the room. He said it was like he had walked up to a group of people that were talking. He couldn't believe that he was hearing it because there was no one in the room with him.
I said, "So what did you do then?" He said, "That's when I ran out of the room and yelled for you."
I began laughing and said, "Well, she said that she has heard people talking in her room at night, I guess she wasn't kidding." He said, "Well I'm glad you find it funny and can joke about it. Why the hell would I hear it?" I told him I had no idea why, and I really didn't. I told him that I guess he had just happened to pick up on it. He then said, "Well, if this is what it's like for you guys to hear spirits and stuff, I definitely do not want it."
I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he said, "Remember the movie The Exorcist?" I said, "Yeah, why?" He said, "Remember how freaky she looked when she was possessed? Well, I just picture ghosts and spirits looking all scary and shit like that." I rolled my eyes and said, "Give me a break. Of all the ghosts I've ever seen, not one of them looked scary. They just look like ordinary people. And besides, why are you so quick to associate ghosts or spirits with evil scary stuff? How do you know that the voices aren't simply her loved ones that have gathered around her and are simply watching over her? Or perhaps it's her guardian angels?" He said, "Well I don't know." I said, "Exactly, so calm the hell down." I then told him, "You need to seriously lay off watching scary movies."
"Make yourself familiar with the angels, and behold them frequently in spirit; for, without being seen, they are present with you."
~St Francis de Sales~
Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life
I found all of it to be rather strange, and that was because it appeared that I had some sort of "sensitivities", or what one would label "psychic abilities". From the time I was a small child, I was able to see and communicate with spirits. I too would hear the sound of chatter while sleeping in my bed at night. The big difference between my daughter and I however, was that whenever I opened my eyes, I would find someone standing in my room, near my bed. It was usually a deceased loved one.
I was then usually given information and some insight about things that had occurred, or would come to pass. Things that I had no possible way of knowing anything about. For the most part however, it was usually just a loved one that had passed on and who simply wanted to say hello and ask me to pass on a message to someone in the family.
My parents were well aware of my rather odd and rare ability, as was my brother. My husband knew all about it too. Both of my daughters however, knew nothing about any of it. So, when they began displaying possible signs of being "sensitive" as well, I along with my parents and my brother, found all of it rather interesting to say the very least.
As for my husband, he found it all interesting but was for the most part, completely creeped out by all of it. He was under the wrong assumption that all spirits were creepy and something to be feared.
And his fear definitely got the worst of him one night.
It was shortly after midnight and I was exhausted, yet I was still up. I was a nursing student at the time and I was up studying and working on a paper. I was down in the basement, sitting at the computer typing when I heard my husband yell out my name from upstairs. It startled me because he called out so loudly and he sounded really upset.
I immediately got up from the computer and ran up the stairs to him. I found him standing at the top of the stairs outside of our daughters bedroom, just standing there, looking petrified. As I approached him I asked him what the hell was wrong and why he screamed for me so loudly like he had. I asked him if the girls were okay and he nodded his head yes He walked towards me and took me by the arm. We headed downstairs to the living room.
When we reached the living room he turned towards me and said, "I just had the shit scared out of me." He said, "I have never been so terrified in my life like I was just now."
Feeling tired and a bit cranky, I was starting to feel rather annoyed with him. I still had studying to do, and had hoped to work some more on my paper. I said, "What the hell is this all about? What is your problem?"
He said, "I know that for you it's no big deal, you're used to this kind of thing. Personally I don't understand any of it and I definitely don't want any of it."
Staring at him and feeling even more annoyed with him I said, "What the hell are you talking about?"
He then told me that he had been in bed asleep and woke up to go to the wash room. After going to the wash room, he decided to go into the girls room to check on them. As he approached their bedroom door he said that he heard what sounded like a bunch of people talking and it was coming from our daughters bedroom. He said it was distinct and was definitely the sound of chatter, and it was definitely coming from within their bedroom.
He said that he opened their bedroom door and as soon as he did the talking immediately stopped. He said that it really creeped him out. He walked into their room, and walked over to our younger daughters bed. He saw that she was sound asleep, so he covered her up and bent down to give her a kiss. He then approached our older daughters bed and saw that she too was sound asleep. He said that he then bent down to give her a kiss too, but as he did he said that he heard the sound of talking again.
He said it terrified him because the voices and talking were coming from somewhere around and just a little bit above our daughters bed, right within the room. He said it was like he had walked up to a group of people that were talking. He couldn't believe that he was hearing it because there was no one in the room with him.
I said, "So what did you do then?" He said, "That's when I ran out of the room and yelled for you."
I began laughing and said, "Well, she said that she has heard people talking in her room at night, I guess she wasn't kidding." He said, "Well I'm glad you find it funny and can joke about it. Why the hell would I hear it?" I told him I had no idea why, and I really didn't. I told him that I guess he had just happened to pick up on it. He then said, "Well, if this is what it's like for you guys to hear spirits and stuff, I definitely do not want it."
I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he said, "Remember the movie The Exorcist?" I said, "Yeah, why?" He said, "Remember how freaky she looked when she was possessed? Well, I just picture ghosts and spirits looking all scary and shit like that." I rolled my eyes and said, "Give me a break. Of all the ghosts I've ever seen, not one of them looked scary. They just look like ordinary people. And besides, why are you so quick to associate ghosts or spirits with evil scary stuff? How do you know that the voices aren't simply her loved ones that have gathered around her and are simply watching over her? Or perhaps it's her guardian angels?" He said, "Well I don't know." I said, "Exactly, so calm the hell down." I then told him, "You need to seriously lay off watching scary movies."
"Make yourself familiar with the angels, and behold them frequently in spirit; for, without being seen, they are present with you."
~St Francis de Sales~
Copyright © 2013 A Haunted Life
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