posted on Dec, 31 2012 @ 01:03 AM
Throughout my life I have at different times, mostly when younger, heard my name whispered audibly when no person was there. Aside from that and being
able to "read" people incredibly well, the following was my one major experience.
I've had one two year portion of my life living in a home where "something" else lived with us. I was a very young mother at the time. We
experienced a constant presence in our home that made it uncomfortable to bathe, chased off a man who came to work on our sewer, hid/moved items
around our home, scared various family members and friends who visited or babysat our kids, and messed with our infant sons in their bedroom. We had
shadow people, which is a whole other topic unto itself. I've posted about "him" on related threads on ATS. I was afraid to be home alone with my
kids every day while my husband worked.
My landlady believed it was her father's spirit waiting for her mother to pass away and join him. I wasn't so sure. When I'd had enough and called
my minister to come to the house, her mother passed away at that exact time. This continued after her death until we found my baby in his room on the
floor with his crib torn apart and the wood in splinters. We bought our first and current home after that.
I was given an antique mirror from the home and still have it. I was somewhat spooked about whether this thing was going to follow us to our new home
so the mirror sat in a closet here for eighteen years. I would occasionally come across it while cleaning but my gut feeling always made me reluctant
to hang it up, even though I kept it because it's an antique and beautiful to me. The silvered part is sort of worn, it's round with a creamy/gold
carved wood frame. One day about 7 or 8 years ago I thought I better hang up or it had to go for lack of storage space.
I hung it in the center of my livingroom, on a south wall. For two or three more years after, our family went through a lot of turmoil. Lost jobs,
family deaths, financial, addiction and health problems. I was terribly depressed. I can say it was the blackest part of my life, which is quite a
statement since my childhood was troubled. I felt I should remove the mirror from the wall. I can't explain why because I have never been a
superstitious person at all, about mirrors or anything else except an ouija board which I have never toyed with.
Anyway, the mirror came down and went back into storage and things in life leveled out. A coincidence? I mean everyone has a few years in life when
things don't go well, right? I have thought about disposing of the mirror. Best thing I can think of is letting it slip into the big, deep lake near
my home. For some reason I am reluctant to part with it but don't want to hang it again.