I Can See Things Too (Extended Version)

The following episode has brief mentions of overdose and suicide. Listener discretion is advised
with an nobility that would let her see and hear things that sometimes carried messages
for her. Rosa shares her experiences as she searches for answers along with the
terrifying entities she had to witness. My name is Edwin, and here is
Rosa's true scary story. When I was seven, we lived in this apartment
in southern California. It's a small desert town. When we first moved there,
there weren't a ton of people there. We were one of the few
Latino families in the neighborhood the apartment we were at. I was always scared.
I was always afraid of everything, and I've always been a scaredy cap.
I don't think I remember why. I was always afraid of everything.
I didn't like to go into rooms by myself, even during the day.
I didn't like the dark. I was always on edge. My brother and
I shared a bunk bed. It wasn't a huge space. He slept on
the top bunk, I slept on the bottom. I was awoken one night
by this sound from under my bed. I didn't know what to make of
it. I was just waking up. My back was turned towards the edge
of the bed, so I turned around in my bed to see what was
going on, and I see the shadow of a hand trying to reach around
on the bed. I could see through it, but I could make out
the silhouette itself. I just looked at it. I was afraid. I
couldn't move. I'm just staring at this hand, just trying to reach from
under the bed for or something. It's on the bed, moving around.
All of a sudden, it goes back down underneath the bed. I couldn't
jump out of the bed. I was afraid whatever it was was gonna chase
me. And it came back up and it tried it again. This time
it looked like it was It almost looked like there was this redness on the
hands, like blood, but not at the same time, it kept reaching
for me. I just tried to push myself up against the wall as hard
as I could. I was afraid it was going to come out all the
way or whatever it was, And because it couldn't touch me, it went
right back underneath my bed. I couldn't do anything but go back to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, I ran to my mom.
I told her I don't want to sleep on the bottom bunk anymore. I
have to change beds with my brother. I didn't or what happened. I
think I was afraid, choosing to think I was crazy. I just said
I just don't want to sleep on the bottom bunk anymore. I ended up
sleeping on the top bunk. My brother and I we switched beds, and
nothing ever happened to him. But when we switched beds, I used to
sleep with a bunch of dolls at the end of my bed. I'm talking
maybe fifty dolls. They were so cute. I said good night to all
of them, one by one every night. Again. I'm seven, I
was really attached to my dolls. One night, while I was asleep,
I heard whispers. I got woken up because of the all the sound,
all the noise I heard. I sat up in my bed because I heard
the whispers coming from the where my feet were. That's where my dolls were.
I sit up in bed. I look at the edge of my bed.
I see this dark cloud hovering above the dolls. It's enveloping them.
It was the same material. It was that hand that I saw. It
was this darkness, but you could see through it. The whispering kept going.
I'm trying to wrap my head around what was going on, and all
of a sudden, it's like they noticed I was looking or something, and
the whispering stopped. It just came to a complete stop. There's no more
sound, there's nothing. I knew it was impossible, but it looked like
they all looked at me at the same time. Their eyes, all of
their eyes were this deep, deep red, the same color of the hand
that had the deep red to it. It was almost like you couldn't see
it, but it was there. I know what I was seeing wasn't physically
happening, which is the strange thing to say. But whatever this dark cloud
was was playing tricks on me, is what I felt. That's what I
felt when I was watching this. They just stared at me. The doll
that was in the forefront, the one that was at the very front.
This sounds crazy, but its head tilted and turned around, which I again,
I was just watching this like what's going on? For some reason,
I couldn't stay awake. The same thing happened. I was trying to stay
awake. I remember saying, no, no, I don't want to go
back to bed, and I did. I fell asleep. The next morning,
I took all my dolls. I put them in a large black trash
bag. All my dolls that I loved to have on my bed. I
put them in the closet and never played with them again. I got so
freaked out that I just didn't want to look at them. I didn't know
what was going on. I refused to sleep in my room after that.
I went to go sleep with my mom in her bed. When I started
to sleep with my mom, I felt a little bit better. Would always
sleep with my back towards the edge of the bed because I didn't want to
see I didn't want to see anything if there was anything that was going to
come from under the bed in her bed. No one ever questioned why I
put my dolls in there. I think my mom was wondering what happened.
I tried to play it off like I was just too too grown up,
like I didn't feel like playing it with them anymore. I never told her
why. I'm a little kid, and I just I'm thinking, am I
going crazy? When I started sleeping with my mom, I felt a little
better. I had my back towards the edge of the bed. I would
sleep with her, and one night, while I'm in the bed with her,
I felt something tap on my back, right in the center of my
back. I felt this lone finger tapped three times. It woke me up.
I had this just this all encompassing fear that it was that hand again.
I woke my mom up and I shook her. She had her back
towards me. I said, Mom, did you tap on my back?
She says no, me, Hi, I didn't tap on your back.
She didn't ask any questions. I think as we were both half asleep.
I was so petrified and I knew whatever that was if I turned around,
I was afraid that I'd see something that I didn't want to see. I
started to sleep with my face towards the edge of the bed. After that,
I do remember everybody was always grouchy, my mom and my dad.
It was a place that I never felt was home. It felt depressing heavy.
Even to this day, I think back to that place and think something
must have happened there. There must have been something there that just wasn't good.
We were all affected. Once we moved I didn't have that sort of
experience again, that sort of fear. I've had other experiences. I never
experienced it to that level. After we moved out of that place, I
truly think that whatever was there was just it wasn't good. It was maybe
evil is a good word to say. But I'm glad we left. After
that experience in the apartments, we moved out to a house. We moved
a lot, actually, when I was younger. We moved from that house
to another house, still in the High Desert of southern California. The next
house we moved to was my grandmother's house. At first, there wasn't any
paranormal activity or nothing really happened, But over time little things would happen.
We would hear footsteps in the kitchen, somebody walking when nobody was awake.
We had a music box a little carousel in the living room that would sometimes
turn on by itself when nobody was there touching it. Little things that would
happen in that place. The next place that we lived in, again the
High Desert, is one of the most significant stories that have happened to me.
It was nineteen years old. I had just gone through a breakup with
my boyfriend of a year. He had just moved away. I'm not usually
the type of person to be so emotional, but this one really hit hard.
I was crying a lot, really depressed, laying in my bed and
not doing a whole lot. One night, I was laying in my mom's
bed and my sister was on the family computer, which was located in my
mom's room. The bed was a queen size bed. Where the computer was
at was right at the foot of the bed. My sister's sitting there at
this desk. To the right of my sister is a door, the doorway
to the master bedroom. I'm laying on the bed, I'm just looking off
into space, sister's back just kind of I wasn't thinking of anything other than
me being sad. I was crying and feeling sorry for myself overall. It
was about eight pm. All of a sudden, my eyes go from just
kind of staring off into space, and I see this huge, large black
figure from the corner of my eye. It just appeared by the door.
It was as tall as the ceiling, as wide as two people. It
was indistinguishable. It wasn't the figure of a man or a woman. It
didn't really have a shape to it. It was kind of what you see
when they show what death looks like. It was this large black figure.
I could kind of see through it, but I couldn't. At the same
time, when I saw it, I felt like I couldn't breathe, I
couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I felt like my heart stopped. Everything
stopped when I saw this figure. It went from the doorway, slowly drifted
behind my sister into the wall, and disappeared from behind my sister to the
wall. The word death popped in my head, and this voice that said
death was my voice, but it wasn't in a tone I ever used.
I watched it the whole time. When it disappeared, I gasped for air.
I could breathe again. I felt like my heart was beating again.
I thought, maybe I'm going through such an emotional time right now, maybe
I'm just starting to see things. I didn't believe it. I just couldn't
believe it. I was scared, but I wasn't. It wasn't the same
type of feeling that I had when I was younger. It was this feeling
of this large presence that I couldn't. I can't even put my finger on
how to describe. I tried to ignore it. I turned and started staring
at the wall instead. I need to calm down. I'm staring at the
wall. I resume my crying back into being sad as soon as I started
doing that. As soon as I got comfortable, I saw it again.
It wasn't at a distance. It was right at the edge of the bed
where I was facing. I saw the blackness. It went right in front
of me and then disappeared into the wall. The same thing happened and breathe.
I couldn't speak. My heart felt like it had stopped. The word
death was louder this time. It said death, louder, almost like pay
attention to me, I'm here. Instead of ignoring it, this time,
I jumped up. I ran to my mom. She was at washing dishes
in the kitchen. I said, Mom, I don't know who, I
don't know when, I don't know where. But somebody is going to die
and I don't I don't know who it is. I know it's not one
of us, and I don't know how I know this. I know it's
not me or you or my sister. It's somebody that we know. She
says, Mikhah, is it is it your grandma? Do you think it's
grandma? My grandma lived two hundred miles away. She lived far away.
She was always going in and out of being sick at the hospital. I
just thought, maybe, you know, maybe it's my grandma. I don't
know. She's like, okay, me, how we'll keep an eye on
it, you know, if you see it again, tell me if there's
anything else that happens. And I said, okay, I'll let you know.
I just wanted to tell you. I needed to tell somebody. I
felt like whatever was coming to me was wanting me to tell somebody. I
don't know why. Two weeks from that night, I get a phone call
from one of my best friends. She says, hey, did you hear
who passed away? No, who passed away? And she said the name
of the person. She didn't know. I had dated this person, but
it was an ex boyfriend of mine. It wasn't the one that I was
crying over as the boyfriend before that. He had passed away two weeks before.
No one had told me he had passed away at nighttime. He had
overdosed on sleeping pills when she told me I thought about what I saw the
two weeks before her phone call. It hit hard even thinking about it now.
My eyes are watering just thinking about it. I don't know why I
was shown that. It doesn't make any sense to me. It's strange because
since then, I mean, I've experienced death with different family members. My
own brother passed away, and I've never seen that. I never saw that.
I missed the funeral because they had the funeral already and I went to
his grave. I could still see the outline of his where they buried him.
It just boggles my mind. Why I saw that? Will I see
it again. The only other time that I heard that voice, I was
twenty eight years old. I was asleep in my bed. My husband was
sleeping next to me. I was pregnant. We didn't know the gender yet
of the baby. During when over the nights were sleeping and I woke up,
I heard a voice in my head, my own voice again say in
the same tone is when I had seen death. It said, it's a
girl. I remember speaking out loud and saying, no, it could it
could still be a boy. When I said that out loud, it said
louder. It's a girl. It woke me up. It's a girl.
I was half asleep at that point. I heard it louder, and again
the same thing. When I saw death, it was it was quiet at
first. When I didn't listen, it said it louder. When I fully
woke up, I said, okay, okay, it's a girl. I
I'm listening this time when I had a little girl. I don't know with
the significance of these, why, why this happens. I did tell my
mom about the things I used to see. I was in in my twenties.
When I told her, just said, oh, receiet. I wish
you would have told me sooner, because when I was a little girl,
I used to see things too. The rest of Rosa's story, along with
what her mother had to say, continues right after this stay with us because
when I was a little girl, I said, you did. My mom's
an identical twin. In Mexican culture, it's it's a big deal if you're
an identical twin, and people would come up to my mom my aunt and
have them bless bless certain things and to touch their children for good luck and
things like that. She told me all these stories of when she was a
little girl, how she was a part of something called they. They were
faith healers, is what she called them. They were located in southern California,
just across the border. It wasn't it wasn't TJ, but it was
Calexico. She would go to this small little village. The houses were makeshift.
There was no flooring, it was just dirt. All the houses were
in a little circle. They would heal people. My mom was a part
of that. Growing up. She would always see things. She would hear
voices sometimes in class. But it started to make sense that the things that
I was seeing it made me feel better. I thought this whole time,
I thought there was something wrong with me. When she was telling me this,
I felt relief. My whole life, I've had experiences, even to
this day, I still have. I always say the places I live aren't
haunted, but things gravitate towards us, like being a lighthouse in the dark.
These spirits, they see your light in the darkness, gravitate towards that.
For my mom, she's a gigantic lighthouse. We lived in this apartment
complex before we moved into the house where I saw death justin Timberlake was big
at the time. Crimea River was a really big hit at the time.
He had just come out with his album. I had his album on CD
and I would play it all the time. The boyfriend that I was with,
who I was crying about later, there was a time where he and
I separated. Every time I put the CD on, something would happen.
In this apartment that we lived at, we used to have the TV that
was near the wall. The TV was set up on a door and underneath
was the DVDs and things like that. There's a little space underneath where the
wheels went so you could move it around a bit. I had put on
the TV and the music video came on for crimea River. As soon as
it came on, these two batteries from underneath where the TV was came and
it flung out from underneath as if someone pushed it really hard. I mean,
this is carpet. Things don't travel very far. This battery came flying
out from underneath. I screamed and I ran outside. I remember thinking,
oh my gosh, I was so scared, and I finally got the nerve
to go back in. When I went back in, there were two batteries
that had come out from underneath. I don't know where these batteries came from.
There was nothing that required batteries underneath that drawer. I turned off the
TV. The week goes by, I'm playing the CD. Same song comes
on. I had this older boombox type set up. It was on the
counter. I'm cleaning the house. The music's going, and all of a
sudden I heard this crash, this big crash comes from the kitchen. That
boombox. It had fallen off the side of the kitchen half wall. The
CD had broken in half. It was playing that song when that happened.
I was making fun of myself, thinking, whatever spirit is in the house
doesn't like that song. I'll stop playing it. I even said out loud,
Okay, I know that you're trying to give me sign. I'm not
going to play that song anymore. I promise I'll just leave it alone.
But what happened. I found out later that during that time that he and
I were separated, he was seeing somebody else, and that song is about
someone cheating. I always think about that, about how that song was referencing
again. It goes back to something was trying to tell me something. I
just didn't get it. I guess I didn't realize it. I don't know
if it's a friendly spirit that just tries to tell me things that are happening.
I've been told before that it could be a past ancestor or a family
member that's just always looking out. When I had just turned thirty, my
brother had taken his own life. He was in Arizona at the time.
When I was an Oregon I couldn't bring myself to go to the funeral.
I just couldn't get on the airplane. I had a breakdown at the airport.
I couldn't get myself to go on the airplane. I missed his funeral.
It was an open casket. I heard it was a great service.
That's all I really knew about it. Nobody wanted to tell me too much.
They thought it would hurt too much. I always carried some guilt about
that. I always say that my dreams tell me a lot. I've always
had things happen in my dreams where it'll come true later. I call them
warnings. I get these little warnings or things that happened in my sleep.
One night after the funeral, the month after, our whole family was going
through a lot. We were just all hurting. I have two older brothers
and a little sister. My other brother, he was struggling. I think
we just were all dealing with it differently. But at the time I felt
like my other brother was ignoring me or trying not to be around me,
because I physically look a lot like our oldest brother. Being around me was
too much for him. It really hurt me. I remember going to bed
one night and thinking about that, how much it was painting me to not
be able to see my other brother. And that was really sad thinking about
everything. And I had this in my dream, I'm back at the house
that never anything ever happened. It was the only house that I ever have
really warm, fond memories of. It was a one story house. It
was just a good feeling to be there. In my dream, I was
back in the living room of that house. There was some light coming through
the window. The house was empty. There was no furniture, there's nothing
in there. It was as if nobody lived there. But I remember the
sunlight coming through the window in the living room. The window was facing the
street. The kitchen, the living room, and the dining room We're all
very close together. If you move in a circle, you can see everything.
There's a door right at the edge of the dining room. That's the
front door. In my dream, I'm standing alone. There's all the sunlight
coming through the window. If I were to guess, it looked like it
was nine am, nine am, ten am. I'm looking around and thinking,
what am I doing here? Why am I? Why am I here?
Even in my dream, I knew I didn't belong there, that this
was a place that I was no longer living at. As I'm standing there
trying to figure out why I'm there, I see my brother, the one
who had passed away. He has a serious look on his face. He
comes out from where the hallway is out. He's walking towards me. He's
not looking at me. His eyes are down, looking at the ground.
He's upset but also hurting. He's dressed in a blue button up shirt,
a nice button up shirt, and black slacks. When he passed away he
was thirty nine. He looked like he was twenty. He looked so youthful.
He looked like what I remembered him looking like when I was a kid.
He came at me very quick, very fast. He didn't look at
me, he just hugged me. It seems so real. It seems so
real. It didn't feel like a dream at all. When you're in a
dream, you can say, oh, yeah, this is a dream,
wake up, silly or something. But in this scenario, it felt real.
I feel like he visited me. I think he knew I was going
through a really tough time. I had all that guilt would not see him
at the funeral. I had talked to my mom about it. I told
her about my dream what he was wearing. She said, that's the same
thing he was wearing when he was in the casket. I had no idea
that's what he was wearing. When she told me that he was wearing a
blue button up shirt and black slacks, it was just confirmation that I saw
my brother. After that day, I felt a lot better that I had
been visited by him. There's little things that still happen here and there that
I know that my brother's around. But that night when I had that,
I call it a vision because I don't really consider it a dream. It
just was too real. It's as if I'm awake right now. That's how
it felt like I was in the dream. I believe he's still around.
For that moment, he really needed to just show me that I wasn't alone.
It was just such a surreal thing. He was a weird guy.
He was actually on the Powerrangers, which is funny. There's a character named
Richie. He was supposed to have a He's supposed to have a like a
romance with Trainy, the Yellow One, the Yellow Ranger. He's probably on
twelve episodes of Power Rangers. I can pull him up on Netflix and we'll
see my brother anytime, and it makes me so happy. When I saw
him, he looked like he did when he was that young, and he
looked so fit, amazing. Before he passed away, he wasn't doing too
great. He had gotten hit by a car, and he had tried to
end his life before a few times. He had stepped out in front of
a car and tried to and things. But this guy was resilient. I
spoke to the Green Ranger. I was at a comic con. He was
there signing autographs for people. I went up to him and I said,
hey, you probably don't remember me. It was a long time ago.
I visited the set when I was twelve, I told him, I told
him about my brother passing away, and he said, yeah, you know,
my brother passed away too. I'm so sorry to hear that. And
then he did the same thing years later, he took his own life.
And that's that's sad. It was so strange because I had that conversation with
him about my brother passing away. You know from that, Yeah, I
like to tell people about that now now that he's gone, is like,
my brother's on the power Rajews and he was a really gifted musician. Also,
when he passed away, I ended up feeling like music was gone.
I didn't have it in my life anymore. I was trying to figure out
how do I get that back? T can't come back, but how can
I get music back? He loved his books and he loved his guitar.
He'd always sing and I even have a CD of some of his songs he
covered. That's how I got into music. I needed to fill the void,
and I started. I started to write and make my own music.
I even wrote a song for him. It went from me doing open mics
to me getting booked gigs and having a social media presence. It's really blossomed
into my own thing because of my brother. Without him, I wouldn't have
found my passion with music. It all comes around. Even to this day,
I still have things that happen. Things will start to fall, I'll
hear movement on my desk, like things being moved around. I'm not scared
anymore. There are so many different parts to the story that Rosa was telling
us, and normally, due to time constraints, we end up with a
much shorter file than normal when we're coming up with these episodes. However,
instead of making these exclusive for Scary Plus members this time around, I'm just
going to publish these as they came out, so you're gonna hear the rest
of the story with just some mild music in the background, and the rest
of the story as it was originally told. Anyway, here's the rest,
the extended part of this episode, and I hope you enjoy it. Thank
you for listening. I do tell my daughter if it scares you, if
you feel like you're scared and it gives you a bad feeling, then that's
when you know it's not a good presence. That's when we need to do
something about it. And sometimes we'll sage the house or I talk a lot
out loud to whatever I think might be there in the house. Let them
know I'm not afraid. If it's a bad presence. They really thrive on
fear. Usually I'll say it in my head, you don't belong here.
You need to go away, this isn't your place. Stand your ground.
I've just learned to stand up to them, like, get out of here,
you don't belong here. In twenty twenty two, I had a friend
that I was hanging out with. His girlfriend had passed away unexpectedly in their
bed. She was fairly young twenty twenty three. She was very young.
I tried to hang out with them, comfort him, and just be there
as a friend. One of the times that I hung out with him,
I was on my way home in my car and I saw somebody sitting in
my back seat. It was a split second, but it was a silhouette
of someone with long hair and they were short. Because they were kind of
like lower down in the seat, I immediately knew that it was her.
I had a feeling. I just thought, oh, oh, here we
go. Here comes a spirit following me, like I knew it would.
I was actually waiting for it. I was anticipating it was going to happen,
because it's happened before. When I got home, my daughter she comes
up to me and she says, I want to tell you something. I
saw something tonight. I saw a woman standing at our stairs. I asked
her questions. I says, you saw a woman standing at the stairs.
She says, yeah. She was small. She wasn't a very tall person,
but it looked like she had long hair. I had never told her
about my friend or what his significant other look like. She said she was
only there for a second, then she went away. It had happened just
before I came home, which would have been around the same time I saw
her in the car when I was at home. Finally, I didn't see
her again, but I felt her. I felt this over well. I
mean sadness. I hadn't felt that sadness since my brother had passed away.
At this point, twenty twenty two had been nine years since my brother had
passed away. For the next three days, I was in such despair.
I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to go anywhere. I
stayed in my room a lot. I didn't have any motivation to do anything.
I knew that it wasn't me feeling this, this presence that was there,
and I felt her sadness. I couldn't shake it. I could not
stop feeling this despair. It was as if she was living with us.
I had this moment where I just thought, I can't I can't do this
anymore. I'm so sad, I feel so alone. I was in my
living room I caught a glimpse of her again for a split second. She
was still there, and I spoke to her and I said, you know,
he's going to be okay. It's time for you to move on.
You were very much loved while you were here, but it's time for you
to go. This isn't your place anymore. It's going to be okay.
It'll be okay for him. You don't have to stay around anymore to make
sure he's all right. He has people who loves him and people who care
about him. You can go. It's okay. I actually said that out
loud. When I said that, I immediately stopped feeling sad, as if
something lifted off of me immediately in that moment, and I just I felt
like myself again. I stood there for a second, thinking this is unreal.
Because I really do. I feel lighter, I feel normal. I
wasn't sad anymore. I wasn't feeling that despair. I've never seen her since.
I would check in on my friend. He seems to be doing better.
He moved on. I don't think he believes in spirits. I just
felt like by hanging around him that would I would have to talk with her
in my head or out loud. They still have you know, when people
come over, we still have the spirits that are here and there. Whatever
these things are that I keep seeing or have these connections too, I feel
like it's my duty in a way to help to help them get to where
they need to go to. My mom tells me, if they're coming to
you, they're coming to you for a reason. Some of them are lost,
they don't know that they've passed away. Some of them haven't been able
to move on because other people are keeping them here. Other times it's their
own sadness that keeps them here, and they don't want to move on because
they're afraid of what's next. When I feel those things and I hear those
things, I have those interactions with what I believe are spirits. I tried
to talk to them and I tell them it's okay. Not everybody that I
encounter every seems to be very nice. Some people are mad that they're not
here anymore. Even in those situations, talking to them and saying, this
isn't where you belong. You need to go to where you need to go,
not only for your own peace, but for them too. With these
stories, with the spirits, if I feel something negative coming into my home,
I immediately go into action and start telling that you don't belong here,
you need to go. I face it head on, otherwise it's going to
get bigger and bigger. I do have these things called I don't know what
to call them. I call them warnings. I have things happen in my
dreams all the time. My daughter got a Wigi board. I'm not very
big on Ouigi boards. It could be something bad, pretending to be someone
you love, just inviting things in your home that you don't want to invite
into your home. My daughter used the Wiji board a few times. She
was just so adamant about using it that I I know I shouldn't have let
her use it, but she used it. Nothing happened. I told her,
I said, you know, what's gonna happen is I'm going to get
something happened to me A few nights after she had gotten the Wiji board,
I had this dream. I had been sleeping on the couch. If you're
sleeping or laying down on the couch, you can look directly at the kitchen
table or the dining room table. The dining room table is not very large,
but you can see all the chairs around it. There's about four chairs.
One night, I woke up, I honestly thought I was awake.
I saw what I thought was my daughter sitting at one of the chairs at
the dining table. I had some light up candles on so I could kind
of see in the darkness. I called her name, and she didn't turn
around. She was sitting at the table with her head down. I'm thinking,
why she's sitting at the table. I called her name again. She
didn't answer, and all of a sudden, I got this overwhelming dread that's
not her. I made myself wake up. I was like, wake up,
wake up, wake up. And when I woke up, everything was
exactly like I saw it just a second ago. But she wasn't there anymore.
I've had these things happen before where I called them warnings, where I
will be warned about certain things. In that instance itself, it was about
the Ouiji board. I was warned not to use it. And I don't
know how I know these things, but it's just when I saw this thing
pretending to me my daughter, I don't know what it is. I don't
know if they're deemed or they're bad spirits or what. It didn't give me
a good feeling. It was something bad. When I woke up, I
told my daughter, have we had to put the wugi board away where we
can't play it anymore, and says, oh, okay. I'm like,
just trust me. I got a warning about it. We don't mess with
it anymore. We're not going to use it anymore. You put it in
the garage and I haven't looked at it since it's still there. But I've
had other instances where they're not dreams per se, I feel like they're real.
I had one other instance where I woke up in my dream. I
thought I was actually awake. I woke up, got out of my bed.
It was the middle of the night, and I walked down my stairs.
I turned the corner I walked down the hallway and there's a light switch
that just every time you hit it, it wouldn't automatically come on. Sometimes
it was. There was trouble turning it on for some reason. I pressed
the switch. The fireplace was on. It's a gas lit fireplace. It
it was on. That wasn't uncommon for us to sometimes forget to turn it
off, but it was on. I saw my significant other. He was
in the corner by the sliding door. I couldn't turn the light on.
I couldn't turn it on. I just gave up. I'm calling his name.
He's crying in the corner and that's not like him. He was crying
and sobbing, and I'm asking him what's going on, what's the matter.
He wouldn't answer me. I went over to him. He was on the
ground. I said, are you okay? Why are you crying? I
helped him up to get to the couch. I'm I'm sitting right in front
of him by his knees. I'm on my knees trying to look at his
face because he has his hands covering his face and he's crying, trying to
pull his hand down so he'll talk to me. I said, what's the
matter, why are you crying? All of a sudden, he starts laughing.
I have my hands on his knees, and he starts laughing, but
his hands are still covering his face and he's going and I got this chill
and I sit back and I said, you're not him, are you?
Whatever it was was like, yes, I am, I'm him. I
said, no, you're not. No, you're not. This is a
dream, isn't it. They were trying to convince me, No, it's
not a dream. This is real. I pulled like, I pulled my
hands away completely. I was petrified that at the fact that I was touching
whatever this was, I woke up. That was one of those moments where
it felt real again, the same thing when I saw my daughter sitting at
that table, it felt real. That's how I know they're different from my
dreams. These things that I've seen. I don't know what to describe them
as. I don't know if they're they're bad spirits, demons, whatever you
believe in. I don't know whether what I would refer to them ass.
I call them spiritual attacks. They'll try to scare you, and they'll try
to use people that you love to scare you. In this instance, I
don't know why that happened. I think it was trying to show me maybe
you're not as strong as you think you are, but it was trying to
scare me. Usually it's a warning if I was trying to figure out what
the warning was. But in that instance, I just scared me so much.
I didn't delve too much into it. I did tell my significant other
at the time, and I'm like, hey, this is what I had
this dream about you, So just be careful, be on the lookout,
because I don't know what that was about. You need to be careful.
It may be a sign that they're going to try to spiritually attack you.
To if you are starting to feel down or anything, just let me know
and we'll talk about it. When those things happen, I feel like that's
what part of it is. It's just them trying to poke around to see
who they can mess with. Just always, always on the lookout. I've
always got my guard up. My mom even told me they come at you
when you're drinking a lot, too. They'll wait till your defenses are down
to attack. There was so much out there that we don't understand just yet.
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