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This is the final part of the Empath’s expereinces. Thanks to all who contributed.
When I was a baby, my mother woke up in the middle of the night and saw this tall hooded figure looking down at her. He nodded and then walked backwards into the wall and vanished.
Years later, my step daughter claimed she would see a hooded figure in the same house. What was even more disturbing was that when we moved to a new house, she kept on seeing it.
Even more years later, one of my psychic friends was putting some protection around a new house I had just moved into. She told me that she could see a hooded figure that was outside and watching me.
A couple more years after that, the entity, Omen, made mention of beings that were called ‘Nobodies’ and they were not friendly beings. From his description, it sounded exactly like the hooded being that had been watching me.
I can speculate why they were about but my heart tells me that they were not there for my benefit. They never got close enough for me to see, though. They always appeared to be watching from afar.
Michael One night when I was 16 I was sitting at the computer in my bedroom and I heard my mother call my name from her bedroom, which was next to mine. I called out “what?” She replied with something I couldn’t understand. I called out “what?” again for her to repeat what she said, but she didn’t reply. I walked over to her bedroom and opened to door to see what she wanted only find she had been asleep the whole time.
Deborah I had an encounter with two entities when I was 11 years old. I lived in Germany then. This happened at night after everyone else in my household had gone to bed. Our apartment was on the third floor and there was a large picture window in my room. I woke up and on the wall at the foot of my bed were two orbs of light. They were perfectly round and at first I thought flashlight. But no, they weren’t made by a flashlight. They didn’t come from the window either. My curtains were closed, my shade was down and the streetlight was on the ground floor. There was a vent on my wall over my bed but it was closed. There was no explanation for the light. I got out of bed and went over to the wall and waved my hands in front of them. I say “them” because from the time they showed up and until they left I always felt like they were living beings. My waving hands didn’t interrupt anything. The light didn’t shine on me, there was no reflection like when you play shadow puppets. I wasn’t afraid so I put my hands directly on the wall. One palm in each orb and stayed there for some time. Nothing happened. I sat down on the end of my bed and watched them watching me. I don’t know how long they stayed, I only remember waking up and feeling as if I wasn’t alone. That I would never be alone. This is not something I ever told my parents about. My father wouldn’t have understood. For a whole year after that I use to have black outs. I wouldn’t faint but I would lose my vision. Everything would fade out and stay black for a few minutes and then slowly come back. Again, I wasn’t afraid. I don’t frighten easily. I am not sure who “they” were, I’m still not. But I know that at certain times they come to me, not as light but as a feeling.
Nick Hi everyone. I have many endless tales of memories and would love to tell all about them. But I think most of my memories I need to keep to myself as it’s a part of my growth. But I have one particular memory I’m willing to share. The reason I’d like to tell about this one. Is that it’s a tie between a dream and reality.
It was late. My father me and brother lived with my grandmother. Who the three of us shared a room on the second floor of her two story house. I slept nearest to the wall. Brother in the middle and father nearest to the door. It was two beds pushed together. It was a tight space but comfortable. So much love. As we all slept calmly. I had woken up to the feeling of floating as I accidentally do in my sleep at times.
It was dark and it seemed that I was being pulled away from where I was sleeping. The force wasn’t nice. I could see all of us lying together in our usual places. In the exact same places we went to bed. I felt uncomfortable as I was drifting out of the room. I remember feeling a presence of something very evil in the house at that time. But the drifting away was scary itself because I had not control of what was going on. I was in a bit of shock as I felt the need to reach out to my father, but was moving quite quickly out into the hallway. Everything was in place, unlike most dreams.
Usually things are turned around or seems like home but isn’t visually. The house was very much normal. As I floated to the staircase, I remember stopping. Things were very unsettling.
As I turned to look down the stairs, I could see a tiny man. With a grin that took up most of his face. He was short and stood no more than the height of a toddler child. He had large black eyes. It was very disturbing to see. It took off running through the downstairs dining room. I remember a positive presence behind me manifest just before waking up.
It was morning and I had unusually slept in. I never told anyone about this dream. I needed answers as I grew older. But never knew where to begin. Or who to talk to. Time went on and as most psychics have this ability of knowing things, I realized. that this wasn’t a dream. It is what happens right before possession. When a demon takes a body they lure out your soul and jump in and this was my example.
Not all possession cases may be the same or have their differences in some cases, but usually forces do their work while we sleep when we’re not conscious and are relaxed. During my OBE’s I’m aware of what’s happening but very seldom go too far. There is a mechanism as well that when you’re afraid, we get pulled/yanked back into ourselves to wake up. It’s the subconscious natural instinct. But during possession the soul cannot return. As demons over run the body and you get trapped. I was 10 years old and very much hold Jesus Christ close to my heart. I was raised Orthodox and there is a spiritual science in all dimension. Jesus is very much real. And I truly urge this belief for everyone.
Quana When I was 4 I lived in a Shelter with my mom, I was sleep but woke up because I felt a hand lay gently on top of mine. I open my eyes in the dark and saw what looked like the reaper of death with no face under the hood with his skeletal hand over mine. I screamed and jumped up and my mom covered my mouth and pushed me back. I was so scared I just lay there but didn’t see it anymore. The next day there was a fire, we got out but some did not, R.I.P.
Suzanne I’ve had so many, ever since I was little. I didn’t understand then that I was empathic or even what being psychic/empathic meant. Here are a few out of the many. When I was little, about 6 or so, I started to see the “people in the closet” in the house we had moved into not long before. No one else really saw them. My parents didn’t. Weird things would happen in the house (toilets flushing on their own, lights flickering, odd sounds, etc…), but I saw them, everywhere in the house and especially in my bedroom closet. They would bother me at night when I tried to sleep. Pull my covers, tap my feet, call my name… I’ve been terrified of the dark ever since. We later learned that the house was built over where another house had burned down to the ground and the family perished. They had never removed all the remains. My dad and his best friend who we called “uncle” were digging out the dirt cellar to make a finished basement and would find bones. They used to fill a big green garbage can and even called the police once they found the first skull. It’s also when I started to have nightmares.
Another was my step-dad’s house. His baby sister, his father, his mother, and his first wife haunt it. His parents built it, he was born there. They were never evil spirits. It was creepy, but other than the radio dial going crazy at night on its own and doors opening and closing and his sister roaming the fields (farm house) we’d only occasionally hear a voice.
My brother’s basement.
He lives in this house that has an apartment in the basement. My daughter lived down there for several months. She kept telling me she couldn’t sleep well and felt uncomfortable. Her bedroom was right next to the furnace room. The closet in her room and the furnace room have a very oppressive and dark feel to them. I went in with burning sage and “blessed” each room. I got to her room and stopped three feet from the closet. I couldn’t go closer. I decided to do the shared laundry room, and turned towards the furnace room door, which was open, and I froze. I couldn’t go in. There was such a powerful “stay out” darkness and threat to it I couldn’t do it. It hides. Whatever it is hides and the feel of it is not good at all.
Me’chelle Here is mine. I had a dream in which the Lord God appeared and said someone needed my help and only I could help them.
He took me to a hospital and I saw my paternal grand aunt dead on a table. She wasn’t breathing. I heard sobbing outside her son was crying he had been told she died. I held my aunts hand and told her to breathe and she breathed.
I woke up and went to tell my dad what I dreamt but my dad told me our aunt died but came back to life! She told everyone she heard a stern voice telling her to breathe!!! I told her son my dream and he thanked me for saving his mother.
Tina I have had numerous experiences throughout my life. One situation which frightened me….I was in my late teens and living on my own. I had been dabbling in astral travel, etc… A lady asked me if the man she was having an affair with was lying to her about his relationship with his wife. I travelled to the man’s bedroom and his wife was there lying beside him, she must have sensed something because she sent “me” away (told “me” to go to hell) – suddenly I saw what I would describe as the mask of death – a skeletal hand reached out and grabbed my wrist – I bit off the fingers and spit out the bones – returned to my body and woke up. I had bruises on my wrist and was scared to death. I made an appointment and went to see a psychic who I knew. She told me that had I not been able to free myself I would have died that night. She then taught me a ritual to cleanse and bless my home. I was advised not to do any more astral travelling until I was “stronger”. Took me almost a year to get over my fear enough to try astral travel once again.
Bonnie When I was 16. I had moved from my mother’s house because she was an alcoholic. I moved in with a couple of male friends and one of them was going around depressed because his girlfriend had broke up with him. He went around playing freebies by Lynyrd skynyrd. After a week I was so tired of hearing all about his breakup and that some that I packed and moved back to my mother’s leaving the house key behind. When I pulled into the driveway around 12 am the song freebird came on the radio. Something stopped me and for some reason I had to go back. When I got there his truck was there but no answer at the door. I couldn’t get in with no key so I flagged someone down who broke in for me. We walked in to the small of gas all in the house. He had his head on the oven with a towel around his head draped and he was unconscious. There was a suicide note that mentioned the song freebird. Paramedics told me just yen minutes later he would have been dead.
Lisa Two ghost sightings that I can clearly recall. One was when I was 10 and I saw my next door neighbor come into my room. We had a conversation & I remember smelling his old spice cologne. He was dressed in his good suit & told me he’s taking a trip. The next day, I found out my neighbor who I used to go to the store for died. I told my mom he was just over last night, but she said it never happened. It felt so real!
Another time was in 2007 when I bought my house. My aunt had recently died & my uncle helped me renovate and paint. My aunt always wanted to see the house. But she got sick. It was August, right around the time of her birthday when we had a barbeque. That night I was so tired, but recall seeing a flash of white light pass through me and into the wall! I thought I was seeing things, but by mom saw it too. I got scared and prayed I wouldn’t see it again and I never did.
I forgot to mention that my cat that used to belong to my aunt was acting strange that night. She was meowing loudly and often. She’s usually a quiet cat. Then she was looking up and jumping on the high China closet and standing lamp even! Everyone in my family was saying how strange Kitty was behaving and wondering if she was seeing my aunt’s spirit, since it was right around the time of her birthday!
Lee-san 9-June-2015, a demonic entity overpowered me and took place over my thoughts and my body when me and my mom are inside the church. He despises churches a lot and church people and said that they are all fake. He just laughed all the time and in my mind’s eye, I saw another demon at the priest’s side (i don’t know if it was real) and after that, all the lights went out. A black out. And then the priest said, “You think I’ll stop? No way!” And he continued his sermons. After a while, the light came back and everything went back to normal except me. When I got out of the church, everything went fine again but my energy was too drained and I need to walk like a drunk man.
I recently asked if any Empaths from the Facebook Empath Support group would like to share any of their experiences that would be considered unexplained or creepy.
When I was a young child of around 9 years old, I had a cat who I loved dearly called Timmy. I came home one afternoon from school to find that he had died from eating poison. I was devastated, of course. Several strange things happened after that.
That night, when I was being tucked into bed by my mother, we both heard the bells that had been on his collar outside my window. (Curiously enough, I had a second cat who died, too, and the same thing happened. Something that has never happened before or since.)
For the next few nights, my parents heard a scratching coming from inside their bedroom closet. Whenever my dad opened it, it would stop and would resume once he went back to bed again.
But the strangest tale came about six months later. Every day I would think of Timmy and wish that somehow he would find a way to come back to life and be with me again. Then one night, there was a scratching at the front door. My mother opened it and the neighbour’s cat, who had never been in our house, ran straight to my bedroom and jumped on my bed and curled up, just like Timmy would do. Unfortunately, my mother decided to put him outside as she was not sure what to do. She told me that he spent the entire night in front of the door. That was the only time it happened.
I was in preschool so I must have been about 5 years old. It was the night of our Halloween party at the school and my mother worked nights in an envelope factory, so my father was taking me. As we left that night, we stood on the porch and I remember as I watched my dad lock the deadbolt on the front door, I swear I heard whispers coming from the roof. I told my father- “daddy someone is on the roof” but of course this was explained away that I was scared in anticipation of my spooky party. We left to enjoy festivities- and I remember them oh so
Vividly, with my favorite game of the night involving a fake snake obstacle course! As we arrived at home that night and approached the front door, our door was ajar and as we entered is was very apparent that we had been robbed. Money was gone including my piggy bank, trash was all over the house etc. I remember saying to my father “I told you I heard someone on the roof!” Now, did I really hear someone? I don’t know. Maybe this was just a 5 year old empath trying to learn her intuitions. That’s my personal belief anyway.
One night I went out to the club with a girl I was trying to get to know. I liked her and wanted to date her. Throughout the night we had some drinks. She saw her ex-boyfriend and was all over him. This made me a little upset so I decided to walk home. As I was walking it started to rain. I was not scared of a little rain so I continued. The rain got harder and harder. I was angry about the situation that had happened it almost at the time seemed like there was a higher power involved. Now standing in a downpour I finally looked up at the sky and screamed out “is this the best you have” just after I had finished saying it lightning hit a tree about 10-15 feet away from me. I walked the rest of the way home and was silent.
In 2006 I attended a family barbecue. This was the first time I have been at the residence. The home has a lot of history and was formerly a Woman’s Society. As I walked inside the home to use the bathroom the energy surrounding this home was both heavy and intense. I could tell I was not alone and there were many spirits present. I was not sure where the bathroom was but instead drawn to a door. As I opened the door I took notice that I was not in the bathroom but in a room that was abandoned and resembled a basement floor. I walked in but felt that I was in another dimension. A very heavy feeling came over me. I saw four spirits, two women, one childish and one very stern and mean. A man who was angry, controlling and very mean and a baby who was in the arms of one of the women. I tried to remain calm to find my way back to the door. As I tried to reach to leave I was spun several times in a circle. I felt lifeless. I fought to both find and reach the door while these spirits laughed and called out for me to leave, Not only did they want me to leave but they also wanted who resided there to leave too… I could not get to the door. I felt as if gravity was pulling me back. Finally with all of my might I fought to reach the door. As I opened the door I saw my Mother and Step Aunt who were frantically looking for me. They were both concerned and shocked by the look on my face. As I walked outside of the home to try and get some fresh air my Mother followed me. I was in a state of shock but quickly explained what occurred. I t felt sick. I instantly felt a headache coming on. At this moment my deceased grandfather came to me. I realized he was the one who helped me to find the door. He wanted me to give my Mom a personal message, one that was only for her and for her to hear only. She was so elated to hear this message, one that she longed all of her life. Meanwhile, my headache lasted for three days. I believe I endured a psychic attack. In the midst of this a series of unfortunate events occurred for my family. I saw death to come. At home while in my own bathroom washing my hands I looked up at the mirror and three visions of the future were present. I was told my stepfather would lose his sister (she resided in the home where I attended the barbecue), his Mother and Father within six months. All warnings came true. In conclusion I have learned how to protect and shield myself from psychic attacks. To clear negative energies and to ground myself. I was born with this gift although at times I felt it was both a blessing and curse. I know my purpose on this path of life is to help others.
Two to share – one recent, one not so much:
The first may not quite fit but is, to me, both something that cannot be explained and one of the reasons I identify as an Empath.
I am currently staying in homeless shelters. Last week, a guy came in when a bed was available. I don’t remember ever seeing him prior to that occasion. As he was going through the intake process, he came to wait across from me in the lounge area. I was reading a book when I started to feel uncomfortable. I looked up and he was looking at me with a half smile that just had me feeling like I was looking at “bad news.” Subsequent events that night (which included abnormal behavior and suspected theft) resulted in him leaving the shelter.
The other is shorter. One year, I awoke at exactly midnight Christmas Eve and saw my grandfather’s face in my mind. He had been ill, and I had this feeling of peace and love, and like he was saying goodbye.
Early the next morning, my father – his son – called. My dad told my sister and me that Papa Josh had died just after midnight. I remember saying “I know” and shocking them. Dad asked how I knew and I explained my vision. I don’t remember any later discussion about my experience, or whether that was when my mom started to take my “sixth sense” seriously, but I will never forget that night.
Another post from Anneli Rufus, the creator for Emmy the Empath. Personally, I love her style and her drawings.
Part three of the Emmy the Empath series by Anneli Rufus
I’m taking a break right now. I’ll be back with new stuff soonish.