When I was 14 years old, my family moved from our old victorian home in eastern New Jersey from a newer stone ranch house in a small town, about 45 minutes northwest of Philadelphia, PA.
For the first time in our lives, we actually had a really nice house. It a huge, sprawling and even had a pool in the basement. Me and my twin sister, Sarah, would have our own room, separate from our much younger sister, for once. And entering our very first year of high school, this was highly important. We wanted to be able to talk on the phone after everyone went to bed, and sharing a room with a much younger sister - this was impossible. She’d tattle on us for staying up so late talking to boys.
Not to mention, with a newer house, I was looking forward to it being just us in the house. No additional spirits, people or individuals walking around. I was sure, that we wouldn’t have any additional individuals coming and going, walking around and hanging out in the attic or basement.
And by individuals, I mean Spirits.
Shortly after moving into the house, though, I was proven wrong. Not only were there other Spirits present, I was continually seeing an older man around the house. Usually, he would just stand in the living room, or outside of the bathroom door while I was showering, but pretty soon, he began making more and more noise. Still at this point, as a girl, I didn’t know who these people were. I knew I saw people, who were by and large, at varying degrees of translucency, but I didn’t know who they were or why.
This ability, to see things while you were awake, was something known to run in my family through the generations, but not much more about it was discussed - other than the fact that people in my family could see things. Because I already had a very active dream life, I had, over time, simply assumed that these things I saw were a part of my dreams and that I had the extra ability to see ‘dream things’ while I was walking around with my eyes open.
The older Sarah and I got, the later and later we stayed up into the night talking to each other or on the phone to boys in our grade. Without our parent’s permission, of course. And each night that we stayed up past our ‘lights out’ time, was sure enough, a night when a door would slam, we’d see the man, or we’d hear someone walking around outside our bedroom door. Scaring us to death, we’d instantly hang up the phone and hide under our covers until we fell asleep. There seemed to be a correlation - but we couldn’t figure it out.
As the Spirit activity escalated, and Sarah and I entered our first year in high school, my Dad announced that he got another job, this time, in Virginia - and we were moving - again.
With my father needing to start his job sooner rather than later, it wasn’t long before we were showing the house to potential buyers. And within the first few days, a woman came to the front door, wanting to look around.
When my mom and I answered the door, the woman explained that she definitely wasn’t a customer and she didn’t want to buy it. Neither of us understanding why she’d want to see it then, she further explained that she simply wanted to look around inside.
Because her father died in the house.
At that moment, my mind suddenly flashed back to the man I’d been seeing around, standing in the living room and outside the bathroom door. And I realized, for the first time, that this might be her father. A dead guy. That this dream person might be a dead person. It was the first time, I’d ever considered how these individuals came to be around, in a translucent kind of way.
After looking him up in the newspaper and on the internet, and verifying that a man did die in the house, about the age and appearance of the guy I had seen - I casually came to the conclusion that - yes - this man might be deceased.
But I couldn’t convince myself that everyone I saw up until this point was dead.
I’d seen so many - that to me, it was impossible they were dead because on television and in the movies - deceased people were out doing evil acts. They were hurting people, scratching them and terrifying them out of their homes. They were purposefully haunting things and being malicious. Most of the people I saw, weren’t doing anything evil at all, in fact, they were pretty much out and about being harmless, just hanging out - sometimes by themselves, sometimes with other people.
So to me, it didn’t match.
And in reality, it doesn’t match.
Most of the deceased people that come back to Earth after they cross, aren’t at all they way they are depicted on television. They’re simply visiting their Loved Ones and the place that they loved.
Also, they’re hanging out in the homes of 15 year old girls - reminding them to get off the phone when they've been up too late talking to boys.