I'm not sure why, but I've always had a connection to the spirit world.

My first encounter was when I was seven. I was sound asleep and sliding out of bed. Should I fall, in the position of my head downwards, I would have easily injured my neck and spine. Suddenly, I was rudely awakening by a slap across my face making me drawn upward into a sitting position. Was it a dream? Or was it my guardian angel protecting me?

My friend, Cheryl, lived two doors away and with her I had many encounters. Her sister died shortly after giving birth. She returned every night for the first six months. I witnessed her nightly walk through the hallway and into the baby's room when I spend the night with Cheryl.

Once, Cheryl and I were walking to the store on a hot summer night for icecream. As we passed in front of the neighborhood's house we walking into a dead space. It was void of all air, of all sound, and it was so cold our teeth chattered as we tried to run from it. It lasted for three feet.

When I was ten, my friend moved into a new house that was over a hundred years old. It was a house that stood during the Civil War. One night as we sat on the porch we heard the sound of men marching, wheels rolling and horses walking. We heard murmers of voices and the whinning of their horses as they passed into front of the house. We never saw a thing.

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