Mmy father built me a house 5 years ago. It was located behind our house where my family lives. It was a gift to me after I graduated from college. I had no idea that it was not the dream house I always dreamed of, but a house that I would regret having later. So after I graduated from college I moved into that house. It was very nice, like I was living in an exclusive villa in an costly housing estate.
I started to feel like I wasn't alone there, the first night I slept there, during a deep sleep, my cell phone alarm went off at exactly 3:00 in the morning. I was still sleepy, so I reach for it with my hands, keeping my eyes closed, but I can barely touch it, it's not where I usually put it before going to sleep. I slowly open my eyes and then to my surprise, I saw a woman in front of my bed, more like a silhouette of her standing in front of me. I closed my eyes again and hid under the blankets.
I don't scream. I don't know what's happening to me, but I only know that I'm not alone in my room… in my own house… in my own “SPIRITUAL HOME”. Several times I saw an elderly lady in the bathroom, children playing in the kitchen, a man hiding under the stairs and a woman in my room. I've always been afraid, all my life, as if I was living in hell, my life has been consumed by my fears for years… when I realized it. They don't hurt me. I think they are amiable and they just don't like that I live alone in this house, that's why they come and decide to stay, so I'm not alone. Different things happen in this house from day to day, even my friends sometimes see that they live with me. But I think they are not harmful, so I'm not afraid anymore.
Believe it or not, not all the spirits you see can harm you. When I see them, I feel them and I smile at them… even though I'm sometimes scared, these people who are not with us lend a hand me in some way.
