The Girl That Played With Spirits

I would like to start off this story by mentioning that I am of the many Mediums of this world. I know a lot, but so very little, about this 'other side' we speak of so often. If I say anything that you don't understand, please ask questions. I'm all for helping out with that. Thank you, and enjoy.

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I was ten years old when I was still sleeping in my sister's room, even though I had one of my own. She let me sleep on her top bunk every night for almost three years until I had the guts to sleep by myself. One specific night I had fallen asleep a bit too easily than normal, knowing that I had insomnia at the time. I fell asleep close to 10 o'clock PM. Then awoke three hours or so later in a very odd state. It was almost as if I was seeing things out of someone else' vision. It was slightly blurred and I could hear myself talking in tongue. I felt my head turn from side to side as I scooted upwards on the bed. I was still mumbling in tongue as I opened my eyes wide enough to clear my vision as I noticed a small figure in a white cloak sitting in the middle of my sister's floor, facing away from me.

Eventually I made out that it was a female, and very small. Maybe around the age of 7, with black long hair that was pulled slightly away from her pale face. She seemed to be singing to herself quietly as she nodded along to whatever I was "speaking" to her. Again, it was like seeing from someone else' vision. Almost like a dream, but I knew that this was more than real. I felt as if something was weighing heavily in the air, and it made breathing difficult. I watched the girl tousle around something in front of her for it seemed forever before she turned her head toward me with an expression of hate and bitterness. I remember feeling the coldest emotion wash over me slowly, sinking itself into me and making sure I remembered it.

Her eyes were so dark they were completely colorless, and the shadows that whispered across her skin were dancing in the light coming from the television that started flickering on and off violently. I heard myself stop talking to her as she made a small growling noise. Before I thought of her to be jut a playful spirit, but now I saw her as a demon. I let a shiver run down my spine as I pushed myself back onto the bed, feeling the saddest a person can. I saw her very faded pink lips move as if she were speaking to me while her figure started to disappear in front of me. Another sad feeling washed over me as I felt my own spirit attaching itself back to me body. As soon as I could move from my paralyzed state, I curled up into a ball and let myself cry.

I had no clue what had just happened or why I was crying, but so many emotions overwhelmed me that I cried for the longest time (I can't estimate it, sorry. My mind is a bit foggy.) it seemed, before my sister woke up and brought me down on her bed with her. I was so little and terrified that I never told anyone what happened. It wasn't the first occurrence that had happened. I have and still had, even then, been seeing these paranormal things since I can remember. They don't scare me as much anymore, but I'm definitely aware that they are there. I've learned without researching it, just by experience, everything I know now. I am still confused on what I see, why I see it. Why me. But I'm guessing God has a plan for me, something beyond my comprehension. Thank you for reading.