My dad’s new girlfriend and her kids

It was a warm day a few years back. I was around fifteen, living in a coastal town with my family. My dad’s new girlfriend and her kids had recently moved in with us.

I had just gotten home from school and was eager to read a book I borrowed from the library. It was one of those rare books that grabbed my attention. With no one else at home, I settled at the kitchen table and began reading. Soon, I was so engrossed in the story that I lost track of everything else.

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw a young woman in traditional clothes step into the kitchen doorway. She wore a leather outfit with tassels and had long braided hair decorated with strips of leather. She also wore some jewelry.

I wasn’t scared or startled, but I was surprised. I had experienced brief, strange moments before, but this was different. When we moved to this town, neighbors told us that our area was built over an old burial ground. They even shared stories of seeing figures like the one I saw. I always thought those stories were just people’s fears talking. Yet, here I was, seeing something similar without even thinking about it.

I hesitated to look directly at the woman because I had learned from past experiences that when I looked, the vision would disappear. I think it’s like engaging your physical senses blocks the ability to see with your soul, which is what I think was happening.

I pondered the event, wondering why it happened to me. If it was a ghost, why could I see its body and clothes, which are inanimate objects? I concluded that maybe a spirit was trying to get my attention, using a human-like image to make me think of ghosts and spirits.

A week later, I had an important test at school. I arrived a bit late and was rushing to my class when a ball rolled towards me, as if someone kicked it. I didn’t want to waste time, but I felt I had to pick it up. The ball rolled right up to me, and as I bent down to pick it up, it vanished. I looked around to see if anyone saw what just happened.

In class, I realized that the spirit from a few days ago might have the power to project images of both people and objects. It had proven it by showing me a ball that was so real I tried to pick it up. This confirmed that both events were real and that the spirit was reaching out to me for reasons I would understand better later in life.