At the time I think I was about eight, completely oblivious to the fact that there are such a thing as “spirits”, I had my first paranormal experience. It had been a ‘normal’ day, and I was doing the ‘normal’ things that a ‘normal’ kid would do. I played video games, went outside and played with my friends, and came home. I may be wrong, but I think it was the day that my mom and dad told me that we would be moving out of town. All I remember in vivid detail was that I was extremely crestfallen.
When it was time to go to bed I couldn’t fall asleep. I kept rolling over, sweating in anxiety, and feeling sick to my stomach. It was at this time that I started to feel a hand running up and down my back. At the time my childish mind thought it was my mother, because the energy was so comforting and motherly, but now i know that it was my spirit guide, there for me in a time of need. She helped me fall asleep, and in some sense I think she helped me come to accept that moving was okay, and that I would be fine.
AUTHOR: Anthony Henderson