17-09-2013, 00:49
So, I have been reading through this thread and all I can say is WOW. I am so sorry you have been going through this.
Do you mind if I ask your advice on something?
This is something that has always bothered me. A bit of background, my family has a lot of Native American in us and I have always been told that can make someone sensitive to spirits. My grandmother saw a woman in white walk into the room with my uncle when he was a baby and had tick fever, touch his head, then walk out. My uncle's fever was gone the next day and they didn't think he would make it the day before. My mom saw things as well... including a man in a top hat coming in to the room when my parents first got married. She also had something run across the room and land on her chest. I also saw things when I was little, and I would randomly get uneasy at times. I had deja vu a lot and I still experience a lot of sleep paralysis where I will see things in my room, though I don't know if that is related or it's just me dreaming.
Now, this, I am not sure if it actually paranormal or something different all together. My baby brother was born with a hole in his heart, a rare condition in his eye, plus a blood disorder that he is the 51st person in the world to have. AKA he was very sick from day one. He fought for life for a long time. Again, I don't know if that is related to what happened or not I just feel like it could be. We were brought up in a very religious household for a long time and scary movies were out of the question, so I don't feel like he could daydream this up. Plus, he was like 4. Anyways, he had fallen asleep on the couch and my dad decided to sleep on the floor just in case he woke up (waking him up to go to bed was a nightmare since he would get violent and not know where he was and not remember anything the next morning). So the next day he asks mom who the kids were that woke him up and explained they asked him to play, but he didn't like them so he didn't. My mom asked him to describe them and he said they were dressed in black and didn't have faces. There were several of them playing in our living room. He didn't seem scared, just very matter-of-fact about them and the fact that he had no intentions of playing with them. lol. Yeah, I have chills right now. I hate talking about that. It still freaks me out.
Any insight to what this could be?
Do you mind if I ask your advice on something?
This is something that has always bothered me. A bit of background, my family has a lot of Native American in us and I have always been told that can make someone sensitive to spirits. My grandmother saw a woman in white walk into the room with my uncle when he was a baby and had tick fever, touch his head, then walk out. My uncle's fever was gone the next day and they didn't think he would make it the day before. My mom saw things as well... including a man in a top hat coming in to the room when my parents first got married. She also had something run across the room and land on her chest. I also saw things when I was little, and I would randomly get uneasy at times. I had deja vu a lot and I still experience a lot of sleep paralysis where I will see things in my room, though I don't know if that is related or it's just me dreaming.
Now, this, I am not sure if it actually paranormal or something different all together. My baby brother was born with a hole in his heart, a rare condition in his eye, plus a blood disorder that he is the 51st person in the world to have. AKA he was very sick from day one. He fought for life for a long time. Again, I don't know if that is related to what happened or not I just feel like it could be. We were brought up in a very religious household for a long time and scary movies were out of the question, so I don't feel like he could daydream this up. Plus, he was like 4. Anyways, he had fallen asleep on the couch and my dad decided to sleep on the floor just in case he woke up (waking him up to go to bed was a nightmare since he would get violent and not know where he was and not remember anything the next morning). So the next day he asks mom who the kids were that woke him up and explained they asked him to play, but he didn't like them so he didn't. My mom asked him to describe them and he said they were dressed in black and didn't have faces. There were several of them playing in our living room. He didn't seem scared, just very matter-of-fact about them and the fact that he had no intentions of playing with them. lol. Yeah, I have chills right now. I hate talking about that. It still freaks me out.
Any insight to what this could be?