Theresa Lewis

I am a firm believer in the theory that we are all where we are meant to be at every moment of our lives. No experience we undergo is wasted. From every experience we have, be it good, bad, or indifferent, there are lessons to be learned. Even if the only lesson we learn is how to manage our reactions to a situation, we have learned something.

Many times I have asked myself, “why me?” when something out of the ordinary happens. I no longer do that because I have learned to accept the peculiarities of life.

Why am I a sensitive, empathic, and chosen to see spirits that others do not see? Perhaps it is because my maternal grandmother was a medium and a spiritualist. My mother was also a sensitive as are my siblings to greater and lesser degrees.

Recently, I have experienced a rash of paranormal happenings in my apartment where I live alone. I don’t have any pets. One night in the wee hours, I awoke to go to the washroom. I was lying on my side facing a window. As I flicked back the covers to get up, I saw a small dark shadow dart into my bedroom and I felt it leap up onto my bed behind me. I lay motionless. I could feel the circling footwork of a cat trying to find a comfortable spot to snuggle up against my back. My heart was beating furiously. I still had to go to the washroom so after a few moments, I said out loud that I had to get up and go. When I was off the bed, I looked back and saw nothing at all where I had felt the cat a few moments earlier. After going to the washroom, I scouted around my three small rooms and noted that I was alone after all and there was no cat in my apartment. It was a bit spooky, but I managed to go back to sleep.

A few weeks later, as I was lying in bed, I felt a hand gently caressing my feet and ankles. I have to say that it felt good, but realizing there was an unseen hand under my covers with me was more than a little unnerving. I spoke aloud and told it to stop and immediately it did.

For the past few weeks, there has been a feeling of heaviness in the atmosphere in my bedroom. I didn’t like it at all, but I didn’t give it much credence at the time. Slowly the heaviness built up to a point where it made me feel very uncomfortable. Last week, I awoke in the middle of the night. I woke up spooked with my heart whacking out of control. I felt like there was someone in my room watching me… someone I couldn’t see. I lay motionless and waited for a few moments. I saw several florescent green orbs puffing on an off near my bureau. I didn’t know what to make of it. I had to get up so I told whatever it was to leave me alone. The orbs seemed to have been close to the fan on my bureau and for a few moments, I wondered if they were sparks from my fan that may have been caused by short circuiting. I sat on the side of my bed for a good hour and stared at the fan and waited to see if there were any more green flashes. Nothing happened. I finally went back to bed and was able to continue my sleep.

Two days later, again I was awakened in a state of fear with a rapid heartbeat. I didn’t move a muscle. I watched a red light dancing around from item to item on my bureau. I also heard the sound of a child speaking. It was a rhythmical monotone like a child was counting. It was in a language I didn’t understand. It lasted about another ten to fifteen seconds then stopped. I could see a shadow in front of my bureau about the height of a little girl of about five or six. As soon as I announced out loud that I was getting up, everything dissipated. Again, I felt that I was being watched by what I couldn’t see. Because the spirit appeared to be a child, I hesitated chasing it away. I just told it to leave me alone and let me sleep.

The next night, I didn’t want to go to bed and turn off the light. I was emailing back and forth to my sister explaining the paranormal flap I was experiencing. While none of the experiences felt menacing, I didn’t like the fact that they were becoming more frequent and I especially didn’t like knowing that I was being touched by unseen hands.

That night, before I went to bed, I told the spirits loudly and firmly that this was my space and they had to leave immediately and not come back. Instantly after claiming my space, the atmosphere in my bedroom changed. The air felt lighter and cooler as though I had opened a window and aired out the room. What a huge difference it made. The past few nights I have been able to go to bed at a decent hour and sleep without disturbances from visitors from beyond.

The End