Grace

From:	Jeffrey Botkin 
Email:     (botkinj@yahoo.com)
Location: 
Type: Ghost

Ever since I was little I've a knack for just little things, head pressure an hour before a storm, some people have that. Dreaming DeJaVu, down to exact detail. ESP and Telephathic communication with several people. I've even seen several ghosts(spirits) or whatever they are.

I've never studied paranormal activity, or anything pertaining to it. I'm also not wiccan although I would like to start learning about it(not neccessarily being in a coven). Sometimes I wish I never had any of this talent.

Just to tell you a little about myself, I'm from AZ. I'm in the military. Stationed in georgia. 24 year old male, 5'08" 150lbs. and single. everybody is probably saying "this isn't a dating service", but my information is useful in some of the stories I'm going to tell you.

My first experience with ghosts was when I was about 13 years old. My Grandfather had died very unexpected on a monday, I remember that because I had to go to a student council meeting on the day of the funeral, and had to go to it in a 3 piece suit. Anyways, my grandfather and I were real tight, as in, I was his favorite. We had a fishing spot we would go to almost every other day. After he had died I never wanted to go to that fishing spot ever again, too many memories. One night while sleeping I had this dream, of me at the fishing spot, no grandfather. Everything was actually okay. When I sat down to start fishing I felt something behind me. It was my grandfather, he said he was waiting for me to come back. We had never been able to say our goodbyes, he said "when you wake up tommorow, come straight here". When I woke up the next morning I was hesitant, but I went anyway. When I got there I got this weird feeling, like something was touching me, almost leading me around. So I started walking around, about 20 feet from the tree we used to sit under, there was a cigar box. I had recognized this box from grandpa's house, it was his, because it still had the scar from when he tried opening it up with knife and poked it right through the box. It had a hankerchief, his watch and a note that said "goodnight, JEFFREY". He was the only one who called me that, and only when we were alone would he call me that. Well I was taking it back home, kind of upset, thinking he must have known he was dying and didn't tell me. As I walked through the woods, I could feel someone behind me the whole walk home. When I walked through the door, my mom happened to be walking by. She asked me where I found, because she was cleaning the day before and came across the cigar box. She had turned around for a couple of seconds and when she turned back, it was gone. She said she thought she was losing her mind. I asked her if this was the same box that she had seen. She said that if it was there was a gum wrapper in it from off the coffee table. I opened up the box, indeed the wrapper was there. That night when I went to bed, I looked out the window, as you can see the fishing spot only from my room. There was a figure standing out there, looked almost as if it were fishing. To this day sometimes you can still see grandpa, sitting underneath the tree. This is the first time I have ever told anyone about this, probably the last.

-JEFF-

I don't mind if people E-MAIL me. especially if they also have abilities. I would like to talk to someone like myself.