My kids and I have had several unexplained things happen in our home since we moved in 8 years ago.
During the first week, my son and I came home from the store and heard walking upstairs like heavy boots. We knew that no one was home and my husband was still at work. I thought someone was in the house, maybe a robber. I had my son wait outside with the phone and kept the house door open and went upstairs with a knife in hand. Upon investigating, no one was there. This has happened numerous times over the past 8 years.
My daughter and I both heard a breath sound sigh behind us when we were alone in the house.
I was asleep upstairs one day when I heard small feet enter the room. I thought it was my son. Had the blanket over my head and heard a child's voice say "mom?", also someone sat down on the bed next to me. Upon removing the blanket from my head, I replied "what joe", thinking it was my then young son and found that absolutely no one was on the bed or in the room. I got up and called downstairs and my hubby answered. I asked where the children were and they were both out.
Also, several times I have awakened in the middle of the night smelling smoke and fire. I scared the life out of my hubby one night when I literally jumped out of bed and ran down the steps to the downstairs. He came after me and asked what was wrong. I kept saying "I smell smoke, there is a fire, don't you smell that?". I swear I could smell it coming from everywhere like the room was engulfed in flames but there was nothing. After this happened several times, I told my nieghbor about it. She lived next door since she was a child. Anyway, she gave me a strange look when I told her about my numerous fathom smoke smells and said to me" you do know there was a terrible fire in that house, don't you?".
After having many experiences like this through out my life I did some research and am convinced I am what they call a "sensitive", My daughter is too and so was my mother. We are not physic but can pick up on emotions in people and on experiences in the homes or land of people. I think what we are experiencing in our home are things that happened in the past.
Here is another experience I had not in the home.
My son had terrrible asthma when he was younger. He went out one day to play on our street with friends and I took a nap on the couch. He was about 10 at the time. We live on a quiet dead end street so I was not too concerned with his safety. He was with 2 other boys. They went down the street to play in the woods when his 2 friends left him. Some older boys came along and started bullying my son. They pushed him down and sat on him which scared him terribly. He went into an asthma attack and did not have an inhalor on him.
While I was sleeping, I heard my son calling me! I jumped up running to the door. My daughter who was 12 at the time ran behind me asking me what was wrong. I grabbed the inhalor and ran down the street telling her Joe was in trouble and needed help.
As I was running down the street, my son came out of the woods trying to walk up and in trouble because he was gasping for air. I gave him the inhalor and when he caught his breath he said to me "mommy I was calling you". At which point I told him "I know, I heard you". Even though I was asleep I heard him and knew he needed help.
Last summer I had the same experience regarding my son when He was at a friends home playing outside and was injured. At that moment I picked up my cell and called him because I sensed he needed help. I had to pick him up and take him for medical care because he stepped on a large nail while running around outside shoeless. His friends were trying to help him walk back to their house but he was in too much pain and crying and could not move. They were about to get help when my son's phone rang. His friend answered and I asked "what happened to my son?", at which point his frie
