I recently posted this story to the other website for just ghost experiences. I found this website, and since I am a psychic, I decided to post this story. Keep in mind- this is the same story as on the other website, www.yourghoststories.com
A couple years ago, my family moved into a brand new house. We were so excited to live in it, because we had moved close to family. My mom let my sister and I pick which rooms we wanted. Naturally, since I was the oldest, I wanted the bigger room. I settled into my new room, and was enjoying it. After a couple of nights after just moving in, I felt uneasy, like I was being watched. I would always find my eyes wandering over to the closet. I told my mom the next morning, and she didn't think much of it, since we had JUST moved in.
I kept on feeling watched for about 6 months. Eventually, I refused to sleep in my bedroom. I wanted to sleep with my little sister. After a while after sleeping with my little sister, my mom told me I had to go back to my old room, and my little sister was going with me. Her old bedroom became the guest bedroom. Even though I had my little sister with me in my bedroom, I still felt like I was being watched!
I told my mom, and she told me I could move into my sister's old bedroom, which was at that time the guestroom. I slept in the guestroom for a couple of nights, and decided I liked it. It became my new bedroom. I was so excited, because in this bedroom, I didn't have the feeling of being watched.
After settling into my new bedroom, I became fascinated with the "Other Side." My sister and I were talking about it one night, and out of nowhere, she says, "There is a man in my room near the closet." I immediately ran to my mom, where she was reading in bed. Her face became very dark when I told her. She asked my sister to draw a picture of the 'man' in her bedroom, since she is skilled in drawing. When she finished, the man looked like he had been in the army. My mom has some friends who are psychic. She contacted her friend named Meg. Meg told my mom that my sister and I were psychics ourselves. She said that there was a portal near the closet in my old bedroom. She said it had opened when we moved into the house. The man, whose name was Adam; she said was just looking for help. He needed to 'move on' to the light to go be with God. She told us to say a prayer, and that he needed to leave the house, to go to heaven. My mom and step-dad did this when my sister and I were visiting my real dad.
The portal is currently closed. Occasionally though, since I am a child growing up psychic, some spirits will come to our house, and we have to help them move on. What can I say? It was a job I hadn't asked for.
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