My name is Santiago and I post this shout for help. Growing up I was what my sisters consider to be a great medium. Sadly enough vaguely remember encounters anymore but I do remember these two most recent. There was a portrait of a little boy with a rubber ball inside my grandmother's dining room. This house alone has enough testimonies from family members to make you want to sleep with every spiritual protection you can think of. But stories of a little boy bouncing a ball in the night was just plain legendary. One night I had to sleep in the living room with my cousin out of lack of space for sleep in the other rooms. A few hours after midnight I heard the little boy jump from the portrait and run with the ball with the same gracefulness you can only imagine come from a little boy eight. I heard him fall, run, jump, crash into physical objects and the ball bouncing in time with the foot steps. I was too panicked to scream so I went to my childish instincts and hid under my covers until the noises stopped.
A second occurrence was when I stayed up late at night writing an English paper. Naturally it was due the next day so I worked furiously on it non-stop. What happened was that at some point in the night I heard the voice of a little girl from behind me very gently ask for a glass of milk. That year my little sister had tendencies of being afraid of the dark but being frustrated with my work I told her to go to bed without look back at her. That same gentle request for milk came fifteen minutes after and again I replied no, that it was too late to be drinking milk.
A final third time the little girl asked for milk almost desperately pleading that's when things got real. In response as I finally turned my chair to face her I had finally angrily commanded her to go to bed but soon realized that nobody was behind me. The idea of ghost was the last thing to come to my head really I was just outraged that my sister had just been bothering me so I got up from my seat and walked to my little sister's room where surprisingly enough I found her sound asleep. Realizing what just happened I finished my work and went to bed.
Looking back later on I realized that I never felt fear from that experience because of the girl's particularly tranquil and childish nature. These two occurrences happened over six years ago and I haven't heard or felt anything since then. I realize now that I miss that feeling and for some reason or another it has stopped and I wish to open it again as many are convinced that it was myself that closed any gate that was open. I feel like this gift helped me connect to people better and I could understand them in ways they themselves could not explain.
An example of this connection is that when my friend moved away for college we kept contact to a minimal. Still though, whenever I thought to call her it was generally because she had something new in her life. Other times she would call me randomly but the minute my phone buzzed (I put it on vibrate for classes) I always knew when it was her calling if not her then I would naturally have to check the ID. It didn't always happen but considering how random the calls were and how often I was right it did creep her out. That doesn't happen anymore. I never know. I need that gift back. If anybody has any suggestions I'm grateful as it is that you've read this far but please help me if you have any suggestions.
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