AND I always believed in ghost. I wanted to see one who would experience the thrill that anyone who encounters such things experiences. I don't believe I'm the type of person who has the ability to feel and see spirits like a medium. I don't have a third eye to recognize them. Only after the following meeting:
My first ghost encounter was when my ex-boyfriend and I were hanging out at our house. We talked about it because he has a third eye. He can see ghosts and sense spirits around him. We are in the middle of the story when suddenly a photo frame hanging on the wall falls to the ground. It was amusing because no one had done it and it can't be easily pulled out without human force. The fan is turned off and the air outside the house is not enough to do this. I looked at my boyfriend with questions in my eyes. He just bowed his head and told me to stay inside. He left the house and then I heard him talking to someone else. But I didn't see anyone except him. Then he came back and said everything was fine. He's already talked to the person who did it. A ghost followed him from their house. Apparently it's the white lady who's jealous of me. He told me that wherever he goes, ghosts follow him, and when he visited me, he almost forgot about it. He asked me what time my mother and my little brother were coming home. I told him I didn't know, maybe in a while. He didn't leave me from that moment until my mother arrived.
An hour later, Mom came home and we said goodbye. After returning home, I began to feel dizzy and felt a icy take over my entire body. My mother advised me to go to sleep and covered me with a blanket. One blanket wasn't enough, so she added another one. Still, even though I was wrapped in two blankets, I was extremely icy. I then texted my boyfriend and he, concerned about my condition, called and told me to wear anything with a cross or an image of God on it. Amazed, I grabbed the rosary from the altar and put it on. After 30 minutes, I felt the warmth radiating from the blanket wrapped around me and sweat began to drip from my face. I called my boyfriend and told him I was starting to feel good. He then told the shocking truth that I was touched by the lady as they were leaving the house.
After this meeting, I didn't want my boyfriend to open my third eye. I'm afraid I'll see more of them and feel that strange feeling again. Now I'm content watching scary movies and hearing ghost stories everywhere. I realized that having the power to see them isn't always a good thing.
