Why I Believe What I Believe

I try to avoid talking about my personal experiences with the paranormal to people I don't know, not because I'm scared of what others will think of me, but because I would rather not waste my breath! What's the point in telling someone something if they're not going to believe you anyway? I don't know if there is a point but I'm not writing this for those people... or... well... maybe I kind of am, but I'm mostly writing this for people that have had strange experiences AND NO ONE YOU TOLD BELIEVED YOU! Trust me, I KNOW what this feels like, but I'm lucky enough to have had strange experiences with others around that are the most skeptical people EVER and never believed anything I said up until these experiences...

I've had tons of unexplainable experiences and I don't think it's necessary to share everything but I can share some, the ones I like talking about the most! :) First, I should tell you that I was born into a family that's had many many paranormal experiences (not my Mom, please, she would kill me if I said she had these experiences, she hasn't. haha. she's only had 1 and it was mine). Anyway, my aunts and great aunt have seen ghosts of our family members as have strangers had experiences with my deceased family members. I have never seen a ghost in my life. I have dreams of future experiences, and sometimes when I wake-up I see things that shouldn't be there (people tend to think I'm dreaming when I tell them this but I know the difference between a dream and seeing something in reality that shouldn't scientifically be there). I don't like telling people this because it scares them but I can also sense other peoples emotions, and I can't say I like it. Not dead people, alive people. If you're pissed off on the inside but pretending you're happy on the outside- I know. If you're being fake to me- I know. Now you're thinking, "this girl's paranoid!" yeahhh... no, actually I'm not paranoid at all. But again, believe what you want. If you're the kind of person that denies things that even you know are true, then there's no convincing you anyway. ;)

Onto my favorite talked about experiences...

I was shot, woke up and things weren't right: Excuse my crappy title, I couldn't think of a good one. I was dreaming... My mom and I were in a car, someone was chasing us on the highway. A high speed chase, the person threw some kind of explosive out of their car, we accidently drove over it, pow, the car stopped working. The person got out of the car with a rifle, pointed it at my Mom and I blocked her. They shot me, I died and saw all white. Then the white turned into squares and fell. I immediately woke up terrified. I was all tingly and I couldn't move at all. I couldn't talk, I tried to yell for my Mom cuz I was scared. All I could do was look with my eyes. The clock said 9:00am... then it was 9:03am... Then my closed door started shaking violently... You know when your door is closed.. grab the door knob and shake back and forth violently, that's what happened for a long time. Like, about 9 seconds. After that I could finally move! My Mom works at home in her office, so I open the door go to her office door. And my turtle tank slides across the metal stand making a loud metal sound. My mom turns around and goes "What's wrong with you?!" And I started crying because I was wondering the same thing! She asked me why I grabbed my door and shook it and I told her I thought it was her. I explained my dream, being frozen and we both couldn't explaing the door or the huge turtle tank moving on it's own. Then I found out that was the 1 year anniversary of my grandmothers funeral. I can't explain any of it.

The ghost: This was one of my first experiences. I was really young, maybe 12 years old. I went to visit my dad in California every summer and this was one of those summers. Remember the huge earthquake in 1994 (I think that's when it was)? Well my grandparents owned a 3 story house in California and it was pretty much destroyed in the quake. The levels were off and my granparents moved to Nevada and let my dad live in the house while they tried to sell it. So I was staying in this house that summer. Everyone always said the house was haunted and since I was really young when I originally lived in California, I couldn't remember anything special about the ghost other than doors slamming all the time. So I was 12. My cousin Keri came to visit and my dad went out to get cigarettes leaving us alone on the first floor. After a few minutes, we heard my dads loud truck pull up. The heavy glass and wood front door open and close. My dad threw his keys on the table, walked with his steel-toed boots on the sticky sounding linoleum floor and down the stairs to us... "Dad??" Keri: "Uncle Scott??"... He wouldn't answer us and we didn't see him even though he just came down the stairs. So we went up the stairs, he wasn't there. Opened the door, went outside, his truck wasn't there! We were in shock to say the least. We went back into the house and locked ourselves in the small bathroom next to the front door. It was freezing cold and we were completely in shock and scared to death. My dad finally got back and we asked him if he came home and left, he didn't.

"Heather, Brittany's scaring me.": My cousins were spending the night at my house. Brandi and I were talking about our recently deceased grandma and aunt. My dad called and I ended up talking to him til 3am. While I was on the phone Brandi kept coming and telling me "Brittany's scaring me, she's talking weird", I told her Brittany was just trying to scare her and I'd be off the phone soon. Once I was off, Brandi and I sat back down on my bedroom floor and talked. Brittany was sleeping on my bed. All of a sudden, Brittany sits up with huge red eyes (blood shot looking) and stares at me. Brandi and I got up and we both started backing up, she just looked creepy! Brittany started saying something that I couldn't understand at all. It definitely sounded like she was speaking in tongue. I was telling her "Brittany, stop it." But she didn't stop and she wasn't laughing and she didn't even look like herself. I backed up all the way to my door and Brittany fell off the bed onto her knees, clutching the blanket and ran at ME on her knees! Ok, imagine someone running on their knees, FUCKING SCARY! So then she stands up, staring at me in my face looking really scared and just frightened. Then she runs at Brandi and screams in her face 3 times, extremely loud, at 3am! Then she goes next to the bed, falls down. Looks up at me like she just woke up, goes back into bed and sleeps. Brandi and I banged on my moms door but of course she had locked us out, lol. We go downstairs, turn the tv on, and there's a commercial for coffins! Have you EVER seen a commercial for coffins???? That was the only time I have. We turned the tv off and heard what sounded like marbles dropping in the wall. The wind chimes outside banged against the house really loud and we just sat there scared all night. The next day I told my Aunt (their Mom) and she said Brittany's been doing that since she was a baby. She said she thought Brittany was speaking Hebrew and that Brittany may have had a past life as a Jew in a concentration camp, because Brittany has also woke up puking. Later that day I was watching tv and realized it was the first day of Hannukah. Brittany is catholic.

I have alot more stories but I have alot of work to do now so I have to end there. These are some of the reasons I believe the things that I do. If I hadn't had strange experiences, I can't say I would believe them at all. I think that we all posess some kind of 6th sense, you just have to make yourself aware... or don't, if it scares you. Sometimes, things happen like this that you have no control of. I would also like to say that I am in no way exaggerating any of this, if anything I'm holding back. Like I've said, you don't have to believe me... but I'm not a liar, I hate liars and I believe if you lie bad things will happen to you, so trust me, I don't lie! But anyway, that's it, I have to get back to work. ;) xo Heather