I know. You may question as to why when someone new joins this type of forum, they always have something paranormal happen to them, and they're quick to tell their tale. I've been joining forums for nearly five years now, trying to get a grasp on what's happening to me. I'm not scared now, but I do feel sad about it. Not for myself, but for him/her/it. I'll tell you my story and would greatly appreciate any insight you may have towards it. The closer I get to figuring this out, the more rested I'll feel.
It began 5 years ago. I was getting ready to turn 13. Now, at this time I was crazy about writing in my journal, I would write in it 3 or 4 times a day. However, my patterns suddenly changed when I began to realize how beautiful the night summer skies were. So, I took to writing twice a day, once in the morning to record my dreams, and once at night, about an hour before I was to go to bed. I would sit out there, and write my cares away, the light of the moon (when it was out, of course) was enough for me to see the small lines on my paper, and see what I was writing.
However, when I went out, about 3 weeks before my birthday, it was different. It was deathly quiet, not even the crickets were chirping. The two street lamps on my block were burnt out, and every light in every house was off. Not even the moon was shining this night. So, I took to going inside, and lighting the caracene lamp before I ventured outside once more. I was only able to write two lines in my journal before I felt the hairs on my arm begin to rise, and I began to feel so warm I felt as if I were suffercating. Then time seemed to stand still, and I glanced around. No light, No cars, just me sitting out on my front porch. I had an eerie feeling that someone, something, was staring at me, just beyond the darkness.
I rose my caracene lamp, trying to shed light in all directions, I even stepped out onto the street trying to see if someone was really there, of if I was just being paranoid because it was so dark. The dreadful feeling kept building within me, and I ran inside, and began shutting all the windows and locking them, and locking my door. My mom questioned onto what I was doing, and I told her that there was someone outside, staring at me. She looked confused for a moment, before she stepped outside, and came back in telling me no one was there.
She still doesn't believe me.
My watcher, as I like to call him, came back the next night and every night after that. I knew he was there, due to the fact that everytime I walked, it sounded as if someone were walking through a large pile of leaves directly behind me. Of course, this was impossible for two reasons.
Number 1: It was summer time, and there were no leaves on the ground.
Number 2: When I looked back, no one was there.
I suddenly stopped feeling his presence the very day that announced the new Fall season. I was at peace finally. Yes, at peace. I was scared of him, I just turned 13 and never felt anything like that before. I began to think I was just being paranoid. I mean, it was super dark the night he first made his presence known to me. Fall passed by quickly, and winter rolled along. Yes, he came back then. And stayed until the first day of spring before he dissappeared again.
He continued this pattern, coming during the Summer and Winter, and leaving during Fall and Spring, for 3 years. Last year, his pattern changed. He didn't come for the whole beginning of Summer, until about the last week of it. He stayed for 4 days during the fall, before he left me until Spring. He stayed for the full spring season, and left. From what I can tell, he's keeping that pattern. He hasn't made his presence known to me as of yet, I will know here in about a week if He's doing this weird season switch perminately.
Oh! I forgot something. About two weeks after I first felt his presence, I began having these strange dreams. They came to me every month, for 6 months, on the 15th. My dreams told the story of a life I've always wanted. Meeting a boy at school, dating for a little while, getting ingaged, getting ready to have a baby, and seeing my husband and child bond. Of course, I want to bond with them too, but that's what my dreams did. Do you think these dreams and my sudden watcher have any connection.
My friend has been able to talk to spirits ever since she was quite young. I've even made her prove it to me when one of my realitives passed away and she said she talked to him. He had made up this song that only my family and I knew, and I told her to tell him to teach it to her. And he did. She talked to my watcher for me, but stopped near the very beginning of the conversation telling me she didn't like talking to him. I asked her why and her only response was "He sounds too human" and she refuses to talk to me about him to this day. We did this about 4 or 5 months ago.
I'll tell you what we were able to talk about before she stopped the conversation. I'll put a K for my friend, W for my watcher, and J for me. Remember, I'm not talking to my watcher directly, K is our link to each other.
K: Go ahead Jenna.
J: Why have you been stalking me since I was 13?
W: That's when we meet.
J: We met? I don't know you.
W: Not this life.
W: I love you. Do you love me?
J: Love you? I don't even know you.
W: No, not you. One of the many you's.
J: What happened to you?
W: I gave myself to them.
J: Them? Who are they? Why did you do that?
W: You died.
J: How?
W: (Mumble) You got sick.
That's when K pulled out of the conversation and refused to connect again. In a way, I now feel strongly connected to him now. It's so strange, I feel as if I should love him, but can't because he doesn't exist. At least, not anymore.
I've heard theories. One was that I did meet him in a past life, he vowed his love to me, and now can't move on in the afterlife.
Another is that I am an old soul, and his soul remembers mine somehow.
Yes, they all have to do with past lives, and my reincarnation into this one.
I was wondering, however, if any of you have any thoughts on this matter. Anything you have to say will not be taken as an insult. My main question, however, is if there is a way I can communicate with him by myself. I would so love to do that.