I see dead people

I don’t care what anyone says I had some weird 6th sense shit going on as a kid. I’ve told my stories on here before but I only tell the most prominent ones that I remember. Every now and then I remember something like this, where it wasn’t extreme and it wasn’t weird… okay it was weird as fuck but it’s not like a core memory or something that is just “wow” when you sit and think about.

To start, my mom was very aware of my dead people seeing and hated it. It freaked her the hell out.

And to add, most of the dead people I did see were just like me and you. RIGHT there with us, as if they were alive. The majority were not scary looking.

Some were, but not too bad.

I’ll just give a damn example. My grandparents died and all of their friends too except for one. He was literally all alone, no friends and no kids. He was very old and couldn’t take care of his home, and because of that it was making him sick. So once weekly, my mother would drive out to the middle of literally freakin nowhere where he lived, and she would deep clean his house all day long. My mom didn’t explain anything to me she kinda just took me. I didn’t even know who this man was.

The first time we walked up to the door, he and his wife greeted us. Her sister was there behind her too. She smiled at me like my grandmother did and kept an eye on me while I played outside. The second time, she was there too. And when I walked up the steps into their house I looked down and I said “what’s wrong with your feet?”

And my mom said “who’s feet?” And I said “her feet.”

And my mom, very much knowing I’m a weird little shit, said “stop that. Now.” I was like “huh? Stop what?”

“WHO are you talking to?”

“I’m talking to kenneths wife.”

SHE, his wife, looked at him, and he stared straight at me, and said “what.” And I said “your wife.”

“She told me she has bunions. What aRE bUnIoNs.”

My mother yanked my ass up so fast and put me outside, she said “his wife is dead! Don’t say stuff like that!”

I am LITERALLY a CHILD at that time if you couldn’t tell by everything said there, I’m not understanding how she’s dead and when my mom said she was dead it devastated me.

I didn’t get it at all and I didn’t understand. I kicked rocks outside for a while until kenneths wife called me inside to look at her dining room which was FILLED With the fanciest, probably most expensive China cabinet that still had stuff in it. She explained to me how precious that stuff was to her.

We leave and come back the 3rd time. His wife isn’t there. I don’t say anything, because my mom said his wife if dead so of course she wasnt there. Kenneth offered me a juice box and put the TV on for me and sat down in the living room, and asked me about his wife. I told him she’s there just like he is. I told him the color dress she wore, and that there was also another woman there with her too, her sister, the first time I came over. I asked again what bunions were and he explained that his wife had them. I brought up the China cabinet and the dining room too.

Kenneth sat on the couch and tried to hide that he was crying. Keep in mind I literally did not know these people.

We never went back, because Kenneth passed away in his sleep shortly after this. I’ve never told my mom.

Also if I die with bunions and still have bunions after death I’m suing death

No I do not still see dead people. A psychiatrist would make sense because yeah, it’s not normal. It’s also not normal for me to have information that I had no access to. I didn’t know him, didn’t know he had a wife, and especially didnt know about her bunions.

Explain that to me, make it make sense, and tell me to see a shrink again.

I do not think I am a medium. When I started getting older this stopped happening. I think children are just very sensitive to things we can’t explain, maybe some more than others.

I’ve only really ever looked into that one time, and there’s this saying that children born encul, meaning they are born with the amniotic sac still around them, that they are literally born still within the veil of life and death, making them more sensitive to… things.. so to speak. I asked my mom and i was born encul with my cord around my neck.

Also the person commenting that I was seeing demons, good lord please stop.

Like stop.

I am sorry, but if I believe anything after my childhood, that if anything I went through can explain the possibility of demons… that this experience and MANY others did NOT.

no “demon” has that type of power, and if they have any… it is from your paranoia.

Take that from my 4 year old self who saw some very weird shit.

Y’all give “demons” so much power that it’s shameful.

No fucking demon came and told me about bunions and a fucking China cabinet