ANDIn my life I had many experiences that I can't explain. I started thinking that something was wrong with me. I heard things and felt things that scared me. I felt lonely, I tried to tell my mother, but she just told me that I was trying to draw attention and terrify my younger sister. When I moved with my dad, I started to have experience again that I couldn't explain. But this time I wasn't alone. My stepmother experienced the same things I was. I started asking my family about all the experiences they had. I was shocked by all the experiences that my dad's family had and more shocking, part of my mother's family. These are just a few stories that I managed to gather. This leads me to the belief that I am more willing to these experiences than others. In any case, here are some of my favorite stories.
My dad spoke about this story only once, I think it hurts her a lot. My dad was wild as a teenager. Some of his stories seem outrageous, but you know how stories can appear, with time they become bigger, but regardless of history, there is always his trusted midfielder. This helper was not only my dad's best friend, but also his cousin. I think it's better not to give my dad's best friend, right? In any case, at the age of twenty -five, my dad's friend/cousin died of cancer. His death was dramatic and as I understand it, painful. About five years later, my mother was expecting a third child, but unfortunately she miscarried. My dad was not in business when it happened. When he returned home, he shared an extraordinary story with us. His cousin/friend visited him during his journey and was not alone. He was holding a adolescent girl's hand, which my dad could only describe as incredibly similar to me. In fact, he admits that he thought it was me. He said that his cousin/friend told him that everything was fine, he told his father that (and I quote): “I have her, he is safe for me.” It was a great comfort for my dad when he needed him the most.
My mother did not want to tell me everything that happened in her family, so I went to my grandfather. Grandpa never lied to me and always told me what my mother refused. He said that one of the most amazing experiences he had ever had was when he and my grandmother moved to their current home. My grandfather had difficulties and experienced things he couldn't explain. He said that all his children were afraid to go upstairs, so he decided to go upstairs to see what was wrong. When he climbed the stairs, he felt his hair on his neck. He felt the presence of something remaining behind him. He said he took a deep breath and just climbed the stairs, as if nothing was bad. He entered the first room at the top of the stairs. The feeling intensified, but he just pretended that everything was fine. When he finally went downstairs, he associated this story with my grandmother. He still claims that if he turned around, he knew he would see it.
My stepfather's mother had several compelling stories that, although they do not affect me, are extremely … terrifying. Mother of my natural mother moved her family to a larger home because of their family growth. He remembers that there has always been an empty space at the crowded table. I found it strange because her mother had eight children, but they always kept their place at a petite table open. Why? Because the tile was placed in this particular place, he would burst. Whatever was at home, did not allow anyone to sit in this place in this place. The same woman, in her youth, lived in a petite house just after marrying her husband. She cleaned her home when she was suddenly attacked from behind, someone or the thing chased her to death. She was not a religious woman, but she once heard that if you cause the name of Christ, nothing could hurt you. So in the act of faith she recalled the name of Christ. Immediately after she caused his name, he stopped. She immediately got up and checked every room in the house. There was nothing.
One of my favorite stories is my uncle and his guest at night. He slept in his room when he heard the noise and looked at the bed of the bed. There, standing in original pioneering costumes, he was a adolescent boy who was just staring and, as it is established in my dad's family, it does not matter if the world is over, you just go back to sleep and you think about it in the morning. Unfortunately, I could never do it -stunned.
