Being Psychic

From: dariaphonic (dariaphonic@yahoo.com)
Story type: Channelling
Location: My house in San Diego
Source: Form Submission

I wrote about the more "ghostly" experiences I had in the ghost stories section. This is about another angle of my five years there. It was when we were living in that house that I thought I might be a little bit psychic. I would have premonitory dreams that would come true, I'd know things that I couldn't possibly know about people and things, and I'd hear things that seemed to be going on far away from me. One night, brushing my teeth, I wasn't concentrating on anything, and I was taken over by this strange feeling, and then heard a mans voice saying, "Oh my God! We're going down! We're going to crash!" I don't know WHAT the heck that was, and I brushed it off, thinking that being in that house had made me a little loopy. A month or so later, I believe I was in class, and I was overtaken by the same feeling, and heard a little girls voice, that sounded like a little girl I babysat for, saying, "I'm lost, help me". THAT worried me, but I was still skeptical of myself.

A few days later, the little girl I babysat for, and her friend, were missing. The neighbors came and told me, and asked me to help, so I walked outside, and remembered what I'd "heard", the other night, and just kind of said, "she's behind the fence." No one heard me, but a couple minutes later, her brother and my brother came out with her and the other girl, and said, "we found them, they were behind the fence." THAT's when I started to really take myself more seriously.

When I started to take myself more seriously, I began thinking that maybe I could get information about my grandmother, whose death has always been kind of a mystery, and who I never knew. I was concentrating on her really hard one night, but I didn't think I'd had any success. I fell asleep, and had a really intense dream about her. I started to feel really bad, unappreciated, hated, the way I think she felt when she died. My uncles and grandpa were heckling her, and making life hard for her, and it was like I was there, watching it, being it, feeling what she did.

All of a sudden I looked up, and saw this shadowy figure or a woman in a dress and glasses, hanging from the ceiling. That's when I woke up. I told my mom about my dream, but I thought it was probably because I'd been concentrating on my grandma so much, because, as I'm sure most of you have experienced, the last thing you hear or see before you go to sleep, winds its way into your dreams somehow. But the night after, I was asleep, it was about 1 or 2 a.m., and I woke up, and just kind of layed there for awhile. I was facing the door, which looks out into the hallway. I then saw a figure of a woman, in a brown/burgundy dress, walking from the direction of my parents room, turn the corner, down the hall, into the living room. I thought my parents were in the livingroom, because the tv was on, so I got up, and looked into the living room, and my mom and dad were both fast asleep in the livingroom. I told my mom, and she said that the dress my grandma was burried in, was a brown/burgundy color.

That was my last real experience in that house until we moved out of it a few months later.