Okay so when I was a little girl. I was very spiritual. But I saw things differently.
I was raised catholic so spirits weren't always viewed as something you want to get involved with, let alone talk to them. But I thought, I see them all over, I feel them when they're angry, so why not open myself?
So I did. When I was about 5 years old my family and I spent the weekend at this big hotel that we stayed at every year since I was born. It was basically a tradition.
But this time, we were put in a room and wing I had never even known was there.
So one day, my mom walked into the hotel room to see my sitting on the bed talking to apparently nothing (it sounds like a bad horror movie, I know.

) but anyways, she asked who I was talking to and I told her it was my friend angela. I then told her everything I found out about her. She was a 6 year old girl who had gone driving one night with her parents and brother, and there was an accident. Her parents died instantly but her and her brother were taken to the Intensive care unit at the hospital where they soon passed. She had been staying in that room and that's why she had returned. I was 5 years old at the time remeber, so all of this coming from such a small kid was a bit disturbing to my madre.
But she let it be, thinking it was just an imaginary friend. I took angela home and she went with me EVERYWHERE. And when she wouldn't, she would tell me where she was going. I remeber my mom asking me where she was when I was 6 and I told her she went to illinois to visit her aunt. I would tell my mom how angela went to places like boston and ohio and my mom would get so confused because I was so young and it wasn't very likely for a little girl who didn't even know her zip code to know about these other places.

oh well.
Angela eventually grew out of me but I'll never forget my first spiritual friend.
Sorry if you guys were expecting somethin creepy!
Blessings to you guys.
