Most of you ladies know me...for those who don't well here is another part of me that you wouldn't see by looking at me...lol!
I was 16 when this started happening to me, I just wish I had someone who could tell me how to get more out of this...how to understand it better...but sometimes it's there and sometimes it's gone...
So the first time I had a "warning" or a "hint" was when I was 16, at a friends house having a braai, we all sat there talking bout the last week of exams the week to follow all very happy that it's almost time for vacation...
I placed my feet against the build in braai and sat there stairring at the flames, the next thing I got picked up by my brother asking what the hell am I doing on the floor...so I told him the flames it just came and reached to me inside the flames was a face with dark hair there was terror in the eyes and voice that said HELP!!!
My brother then said he was gonna take me home...in the car I explained to my brother that this person wanted help, and that this person made me feel like he is near yet far...so possible he's a friend near us yet far coz he's not family...or the other way around family thats livivng far away....
we phoned everybody we thought of that night asking them if they were okay...etc. but all said yes and we thought well it must of been imagenation...
Then a week later my uncle phoned telling my father that my cousin shot himself...that was a shock to both my brother and me...we never thought of him...we never phoned him, I felt guilty and ashamed I never told anyone and asked my brother to keep it silent too...
We didn't attend the funural, but dec holidays we had to face everyone in the house where all happened, a family reunion...it was tradition to go every 2nd year...
As we drove up to the house I turned cold, I didn't want to be there...we walked into the house and there he was standing on the stairs leading to the bedrooms...I froze...I couldn't move...then I noticed that he didn't seem happy that everybody was there and ignoring him...so I went upstairs to talk to him and he was gone...
That night he woke me and asked me why nobody saw him why I was the only one who noticed him...and I told him that he died...he got mad and I was scared.
Next morning I spoke to my mom about it all and she said I must wake her if he returns...that night I woke my mom and said to her that he's with me, she spoke to him and that was the last time I ever saw him...
I never asked him why he did what he did, althou I would've loved to know...but was to afraid...
This was only the beginning...and today I'm use to it but still don't understand why me...why do they come to me
*just so that this is clear I've never had anyone with me exept family and the few that live in my house .... I don't read fortunes or give preminisions... I get only what comes to me...
Spirits, ghosts and more...
