Hi my half-breed name is Reanha. I'm a werewolf and a vampire.
I'm only 16 years old. Well since I was little I've been able to see
lots of things. Just recently I taught my self to see demons and
others things. Its cool and nerve-wracking at the same time, but I
also taught myself to not be afraid of them. Some are nice and some
are mean. I also learned to talk with them and go to the shadow
realm. I don't know if you have heard of it. To go in you must be
ready for anything. Anyhow I can't tell you exactly what they look
like, because they don't all look the same. thank you for your time.
I don't know where to begin, I am a 34 year old man from Ohio and
have seen more spirits than I can recall. I suppose if I
were to tell one about an event which would truly captivate, I would
begin with the end, or close enough to call it the end.
I was
twelve, it was a bright, beautiful June afternoon in mid-Ohio,
bluebird skies and cool breezes of summer blew. My parents had gone
into town for the afternoon leaving my sister and I to tend to the
house. I had finished my afternoon chores on the farm where we lived,
and walked into the house to find my older sister. I found her
easily enough in the kitchen preparing to cook lunch on the stove.
Seeing as I had just come from the barn, I went into the bathroom
to take a quick shower before lunch. During my shower, I was interrupted by a crackling sound that
frightened and intrigued me simultaneously. Stepping from the shower,
I covered my naked twelve year old body with a towel I had retrieved
from the cupboard in the small bathroom and went towards the door.
As I opened the door I was met with a wall of flame that licked the
ceiling of our modest farm house. In a state of confusion and panic
and fear I retreated back in the bathroom. But the bathroom was
small with only one window towards the top of the wall too far for
my twelve year old frame to reach. The bathroom door, being the only
exit, led into the kitchen of the small farmhouse which was typical
for the era, houses being re-fit with running water and plumbing as
an "after-the-fact" upgrade typically saw the kitchen and bathroom
together or at the least in close proximity. I quickly realized my
only option was through the fire towards the open door at the other
end of the kitchen. I quickly and very loudly asked for protection
in this peril, as I had on many other occasions, and leapt out into
the fire. When the fire department arrived, they went to work quickly,
getting gear and hoses ready to fight the blaze, which by now had
engulfed the entire house. They found, to their amazement, that
after five minutes of fighting the blaze to enter the house, there
was a twelve year old boy helping them. I had been standing in the
doorway with a garden hose I had retrieved from the well outside and
was spraying the kitchen flames as fast as I could. It took the well
trained and well equipped men five minutes to get the heat low
enough so as not to melt the face masks they wore to get to the
place I was.
In the aftermath of that tragic fire, I overheard the
fire chief talking with my father, he couldn't understand how such a
thing could be. A naked young man standing in a place where his
Kevlar-clad men could not, at an estimated 1600 degrees, and the
footprints were worse. Footprints that went from the bathroom out
through the kitchen and back again, stamped into the melted
linoleum. And the other set? Where did the other set come from? No
one else was there. The other daughter had run out the front door
and down to the neighbors for help. The other set was intriguing to
them all, but not to me. For as I ran through the fire and stood
there defiant with the hose and protected our house he protected me
the grumpy old man. In all our years together he never spoke a word,
never offered a gesture, never showed emotion so I called him grumpy
but he was there, always there. And as I stood there that day
without a scratch on me listening to the fire chief pondering all
the questions he couldn't answer I had to smile to myself, for I as
a twelve year old child realized I knew something he did not. My
friend had saved me that day, in doing so he had left the only
physical evidence of his existence that I am aware of and only I
knew it. We only saw him one more time after that day, a couple of
days later after a day spent cleaning up the aftermath of that
horrible fire my mother had forgot her purse and we returned to the
house to retrieve it. As we turned into the lane of the house a blue
light could be seen moving from room to room through the smoke
glazed windows. My parents assumed a burglar and ran into the house,
but I knew better so I stayed in the car. You see the "grumpy" man
was making his usual rounds as if nothing had happened. What my
parents saw in that house when they ran in I never was told, only
that after that night they never asked me about the footprints
again.
Hi my name is Lee
I know its probably nothing but when I was younger me and my sister
both saw the same ghost in a mine, (which is understandable as it
has been used since Neolithic times!). I think it was a specter it
was a pair of army boots and gloves running down a passage and back
up again.
Hello, today I'm going to tell you about a spirit sighting that
had happened to me. It was a few years back when I lived with my mom
after my dad died. My good friend Ashley and I was in my bedroom
playing games. We was not aware that my uncle Tim was calling us. We
heard nothing but the voice of the figure that was before us. I
remember it like it was yesterday. A transparent figure was standing
at the door frame staring at us. All of a sudden we heard a voice
say my name, "Josie, Josie." Then it went away. It sounded like
my father James. Me and Ashley ran out to where the rest of my
family was. They was trying to get in the house because they said it
started to shake and was worried about something falling on us. I
told them the story they keep a eye on my the rest of the day but I
had many more experiences after that well multiple things.
Hey, I stumbled across your website and just wanted to share a
few of my experiences I have had in my life. I have had realistic
dreams of strangers dying since I was about 12 years old (I'm 25
now), and for some reason I have had quite a few encounters with
spirits over the years.
Most recently, I had this dream every night for about 2 1/2 weeks:
My husband, son, mother and myself were walking up a small concrete
path to what felt like our home. The sun had just set and the
weather was a little chilly, so it felt like March around seven at
night. As we approached the front door, I noticed that the black
security screen was open. It felt like this screen was always locked
and always shut. I walked into the house first and noticed that most
of the lights were on. When you enter the house, you are standing in
the living room, there is a small bedroom and bathroom directly off
to your right hand side (while facing north). After taking a few
more steps into the living room, I noticed that the back door
leading to the back yard had a small window that was wide open. At
this point you are standing dead center in the living room, the
kitchen is to your right, and you need to walk through the kitchen
to get to the back door (heading east). My husband, son and mother
have all entered the house as well by now and I really start to feel
the stress and fear amongst everyone. Immediately my mother reaches
for a corded phone on the end table and calls the police. It feels
like a robbery, but once the police arrive we are told nothing can
be done and we need to lock up the house and stay alert. The police
leave and ask us to call if we have any problems. Time has passed
fairly quickly at this point and everyone wants to get some sleep,
but I can still feel all the fear. The stress and nervousness has
completely vanished, only complete and utter fear remains constant
right now. We all turn to our left (heading west) and walk towards a
small hallway that leads to, two more bedrooms and the main
bathroom. I start to set up beds in the bedroom farthest to the west
of the house, and then I hear a noise in the kitchen. I walk to the
front of the hallway, my back is facing the bedroom that no one is
sleeping in and my mother says, "Steph someone is behind you." I
turn around and first notice the bedroom window is open with the
curtains half way blowing outside of it. At that moment a woman
ghosts over to me with her arms (palms up) stretched out towards me.
She is about 5'5", 120 lbs, she looks to have some type of Hispanic
heritage. She has thick, glossy, straight chocolate brown hair that
is tied loosely in a low pony tail with a few strands on her face.
Her eyes are dark and she looks dirty, as if she were hiking for
days in the sun. She is wearing a sleeveless white cotton night gown
that falls just below her knees. The night gown has a cotton
scalloped edging around the bottom and three small pearl buttons. I
looked at her arms more closely and realized that the insides were
covered in scratches. She looked right into my eyes and said, "Help
Denis." Then I wake up.
Now most of my dreams are like this, I could describe every detail
of decoration in that house that I have never seen. All my dreams
are always about people dying or disappearing. They are all really
vivid and I still remember dreams I had 10 years ago, right down to
the lines in a persons face. I usually do not talk about these
dreams with anyone. This dream was actually the first dream I have
ever shared with my husband. I had the dream in March and he talked
me into Googling Denis in the West Hills, CA area. I ended up
finding an obituary for a Denis from West Hills, CA online. He died
on the same day that the dream stopped. I don't know if that is just
coincidence or not, but I do that I have read more than enough of
the dream books to try to decipher my dreams and not one of them had
any type of explanation. My mom and my grandma have these same
dreams, but there dreams are not about people dying. I snuck out of
the house when I was 14 to go to a party, and 4 hours after I got to
the party my mother pulled up to the address and said she had a
dream about the address.
When I was 20 I was in a really bad car accident. My steering wheel
was broken in half and I some how managed to not go off the bridge,
even though my car was rolling. I walked away without even a paper
cut sized scratch anywhere on me. I just remember thinking that I am
fine, while my car was rolling, nothing will happen to me and I will
walk right up to the ambulance to tell them I don't need their
services.
When I was 8 years old, I had a little girl in my bedroom every
night for 6 months. Her name was Ashley and she just sat there and
cried. She never asked for help.
I could go on and on, but I don't want to write a novel. I don't
really mind if I don't ever get an explanation about my dreams or
experiences, I just thought it would be nice to finally start
sharing them. I have held them in for so long thinking that
something was wrong with me. The great thing about it all is that I
have never had a moment of panic during these experiences and
dreams. Everything felt real, serene, like it would be fine, it was
natural. I feel like this is the way I am suppose to be.
I have seen a spirit wandering my house it is of my great
grandmother never before have I met her but she whispers my name
slowly and coldly in the night. at midnight under the full moon she
was in my yard waving and calling to me she seemed so real but I
couldn't believe it I rubbed my eyes quickly but when I opened them
she was gone the days after that I saw everything anyone could
either imagine or not I saw other spirits other relatives and some
alive but I heard thoughts like my great grandmother was warning me
of my future or what is to come. the day after hearing thoughts she
said beware or stay away from the tree. then I went anyway on
impulse and I broke my wrist.
About a year ago, I was sitting in my little room at the back of
the house. It was late and I was sleepy. I checked the time, it must
have been around 11:30pm when I looked up, and saw a small girl with
blonde locks in my house. She smiled at me and was holding a rose in
her hands, she must have been around 6 years old. Her face was so
real and detailed, I wasn't sure what to believe, but I thought I
saw a spirit.
It wasn't until a few weeks ago, I was in the same back room that
I saw a young girl around the age of 12. She had long black hair,
and had hung herself by the door. She wore a grey night gown and was
bare footed.
I believed I could see spirits from then on, but haven't seen any
lately. I asked them to not appear to me, because I was afraid of
them. I am wiccan and asked the goddess to watch over me.
Sadie, 14
It first started when I was 6 and I saw a ghost. It didn't look
human to me, it looked like a shadow that was glowing, and it moved
past my bedroom door. Every night ever since I could remember I hear
voices. It sounds as though people were having conversations in my
room right next to me, but I couldn't understand what they were
saying. This went on for years and I just assumed that I was crazy.
I just wanted to ignore them and go about my life. Well, I'm 21 now
and I have realized that I am a clairvoyant medium. When I meet
people I see images of what has happened to them in their past. For
example a car crash, a birthday party, or the death of a loved one.
I found out I was a medium when I kept seeing my friend's brother
that had passed away 10 years before. He showed me what he did when
he was alive, the exact date of when their aunt was going to pass
away and much more. I have a friend who just discovered she is like
me. She and I hear and see the same people that have passed. But
it's not always great being able to hear and see spirits. Sometimes
the bad ones come, and they're terrifying. They show images of
people being massacred and cut up. I'm still trying to figure out
how to keep them away, but it takes practice. So, that's my story.
Ashley
Hi my half-breed name is Reanha. I'm a werewolf and a vampire.
I'm only 16 years old. Well, since I was little I've been able to
see lots of things. Just recently I taught my self to see demons and
other things. Its cool and nerve-racking at the same time, but I
also taught myself to not be afraid of them. Some are nice and some
are mean. I also learned to talk with them and go to the shadow
realm. I don't know if you have heard of it. To go in you must be
ready for anything. Anyhow I can't tell you exactly what they look
like, because they don't all look the same. If you, Starwitch, or
anyone else wants to ask a question my email is
soul.demon.e@gmail.com.
Thank you for your time.
Reanha
I have seen a few spirits, I have seen them all my life (which
isn't long considering I'm 12) but I have seen them more since my
nana died. The first encounter I faced was a 8 year old boy who sat
next to me and told me how he died (by drowning), the next was a
woman who was in the police force and was shot, she seemed to be
distant. The most recent spirit I have seen was a tall tanned man in
a hat with a half burned face he attacked me and kept saying that I
was the one who killed him. I've found that the majority of the time
I see spirits it is in relation to a song, the 8 year old boy was my
Chemical Romance - "Cemetery Drive", the police officer was my
Chemical Romance - "You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison"
and the man was an Insane Clown Posse song. But the strongest spirit
I talk to (my nana ) has been drawn to me by Evanescence- "My
Immortal".
Shannon
Dear Shannon,
It's fascinating that you've seen so many spirits and they come
to you when you are listening to certain music. I'm guessing that if
you wanted to attract more positive spirits to you, you could try
listening to positive music. I wrote an article about the effect of
different types of music on your spirit and well-being. It may or
may not apply to your situation, but if you want to read it, it's
here:
Negative Music and it's Effect on You.
Bright Blessings,
Starwitch
My name is DeVian and I am 20 years old...
I have no idea whether I was blessed with
the gift to see spirits, hear other people's thoughts, and read
people's energies in the form of auras.
I've begin seeing spirits at the age of 7, when I first saw my
Grandfather walking into my room and patting me on my head, and
sometimes I still see my Grandmother and she passed away in June of
2008... her facial expressions usually symbolize how things will be
the next day, and sometimes, she will converse with me when I have a
problem.
I began hearing other people's thoughts in late 2003 when I
converted to Wiccan in 8th Grade. I first heard my best friend's
thoughts about a guy I liked and I heard his thoughts about me
staring at him.
And Aura readings... I don't know where that came in... I'm guessing
at 2, cause my saw a green fire around my Great Aunt, I told my Mom,
that she was gonna have money soon, and 2 days later, my Great Aunt
hit the Lottery for 3 million dollars.
I also have some telekinesis ability... sometimes when I have a
nightmare, wherever I sleep, the whole room vibrates softly or
enough for it to wake up some others if the dream is extremely
awful.
I'm glad to know that there are others out there that are like me or
even understand me...
Hey there. I'm writing to tell you about my seeing spirits.
Believe it or not I see them everyday. Sometimes I can't tell if
they're real or fake. By that I mean that sometimes they look so
much like others that I can't tell if they're dead. My mother is a
White Witch Wiccan. That means that she practices good magic. She
casts spells for insight, guidance, thanks, stuff like that. She is
also a psychic/medium. I guess I get my traits from her because that
is what I am too. I see the dead everyday and I can't really control
it. I see it as a gift.
Juana :]
Hi. I am a medium. I have seen spirits for as long as I can
remember, and I'm only 16. I can also see into the future with my
dreams. When I was about 3 years old, my parents showed me a picture
of my (long ago) deceased great aunt. I said, before she could say a
word, "Hey, I know her. That's great aunt ________. She was really
nice to me!" The irony is that my parents never told me about her.
Funny though, now and then my grandpa (who died when my mom was 16)
comes to check on me. He sits on the foot of my bed a lot! And then
there was this one kid in my school that I was close to that died
...he got hit by a car. I started to see his spirit wander the halls
during my after-school play practices. No one believed me, but, I
saw him and he spoke to me. He told me to tell some people how great
his time on earth was.
I have taken care of so many spirits that it is almost like my
job! I you have any Q's or comments,
e-mail me!
Amanda
My grandma came to see me after she passed. It was in a dream.
She died of old age and diabetes she was in a lot of pain all the
time. But in my dream it was a holiday she had on a green dress she
always wore for the holidays and she wasn't in her wheelchair. She
was sitting there talking and laughing and she told me, "It's ok I'm
better now. I'm not in any more pain." That is the last time I have
seen her in a dream or has she came to me. It was after she passed.
Amanda
My parents had started their divorce when I was roughly 12 years
old. They started hating each other so bad that it affected me. Then
when the divorce was final, I had to go move away from my home with
my step-mother who I disliked. She hated me as well and we didn't
get along. I hated where I lived and who I lived with, which caused
me to go into a depression. The only thing I could trust was my dear
ferret which I'd had since I was seven, she was my best friend that
I love dearly. But after a month, she died. I became more
heart-broken and shut down my feelings and was like the living dead.
Two months later, I noticed that someone or something was watching
me. Everywhere I went, I could feel it near me and just watching
what I do. So I looked around to find out what dared to disturbed my
sulking life. After a week I saw with my two very own eyes my
homework slide over toward the fire pit. It wasn't scary, but was
actually entertaining watching my homework slide around the room
making its way over to the fire. I knew then that this creature was
a spirit. And I did save my homework before it caught on fire.
The next few days became better for me. My step mother left me
alone and we didn't fight for a while, and this spirit became my
best friend. It did nothing to harm me, in fact, it helped me out of
my depression. After two weeks of befriending it, I drew a picture
of a boy, about two years older than me that reminded me of the
spirit. I got up and went to the restroom and came back to see
writing on the corner of the paper. It was in a script-like writing
that read, Hidachi. I knew then that this spirit was the boy and his
name was Hidachi. My family whom I had lived with has never seen or
feel what Hidachi has done. He was careful of hiding the fact. After
a month of learning more about Hidachi, one morning, while getting
ready for school, at 6 am, I went and turned on music very low while
I ate breakfast. The stereo was really old and you would have to
turn the dial using a lot of strength to turn up the volume. After I
put on the song and sat down, the music all-of-a-sudden started
blaring on high. I raced to turned it off, but was shocked that it
had turned itself up. But then knew it was Hidachi. I could feel him
laughing at me. Slowly I felt better about myself and came out of my
depression shell. I made a best friend at school, even though we
were different genders, and we trusted each other so much that I
know that we are soul mates. I trusted him right away, which is
weird because I still have a super hard time trusting people. I
don't even trust my lifetime friend who lived at my old home. We
spilled secrets to each other and I learned that his life was sucky
like mine. And I was the only person he trusted too. I told him
about Hidachi and Hidachi was glad that I had told him, because I
later found out that my best friend was haunted by demons which want
him to do evil deeds, causing him to get hurt and suffer pain. When
I turned 15, this summer of 2009, I went back to visit my father who
lived at my old home. I also found out that my step-mother was
leaving me to live with my father whom I had wanted to live with. No
more stress, fights, and a sucky life. I was so excited to find that
out because I had known it was the doing of Hidachi. I still texted
and chatted to my soulmate 24/7 and we both hope that he can come
visit my home up in Alaska. After a month passed of living with my
father, I noticed that Hidachi was leaving. I said my good-byes as
Hidachi left to go help my soulmate with his life. That Hidachi was
a spirit that helped my emotional troubles and changed my life
forever. Yes I am 15, and no I am not lying. I never thought that a
spirit, who lived 3 hundred years ago, can change my life and give
me a lifetime soul mate.
-KB
I have seen spirits many times in my life. So many in fact that
sometimes recently it is hard to tell the difference between the
real world and the spiritual. Whether it is only faces or whole
bodies, most of what I see is scary... to most, anyhow. They are not
evil they just died cruelly or some never got the chance to live and
they actually have spent forever in the spirit form. What we call
them is not spirits. They don't really have names. Some are
dangerous and some are protectors. On one occasion I had to save my
friend from a malevolent presence. Her memories of that day are
completely gone. The presence was around 6' something, hooded in
dark clothing, sunken-in eyes, they were extremely piercing like
they were looking into my soul for some kind of pain to use against
me. His body was skeletal and he was the only one out of the
hundreds of thousands I have seen that terrified me. I saved my
friends life that day and pledged to her that I would protect her no
matter what and that whatever happened, he would have to kill me
first before getting to her. She is my sister. They are all around
my school and my city. They are all different. Some are similar but
still not.
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