Brieanne Schneider “This I Believe” Piece I believe in the paranormal. All of the family on my dad’s side has been sensitive to that subject. My Aunt Sue has never lived in a house that wasn’t haunted. My dad often has dreams where my late grandfather visits him and speaks to him. Also, my aunt Cheryl constantly sees paranormal activity. I, personally, have seen two spirits that I can vividly remember. They have never hurt me, but the memory of seeing them has haunted me since the different experiences. Back in fifth grade, when I was around eleven years old, I witnessed my first ghost sighting. I had gotten back from Nicole Chelkowski’s tea party themed birthday party a few hours before, but I was extremely tired because of the sleepover I had the night before. Lets just say we didn’t do much sleeping. Around four o’clock I pass out for the night, still in my paisley pink, white and purple tea party dress. I had fallen asleep facing the wall, and around three a.m. I woke up, since I had slept for eleven hours, and turn around to try to get comfortable again so I could sleep until a normal time. But the second I turn over, I see a transparent white hand reaching for my doorknob. I follow the hand up the arm, and to the body where I see a little girl, around seven years old, dressed like a child from the 1800s. I gasped and made a tiny noise, which caused the little girl to turn her head quickly and look at me. But she didn’t have any eyes. The most distinct thing I remember is her black holes that she had for eyes. I quickly closed my eyes and when I reopened them, she was gone. I have always felt like someone was watching me in my bedroom, but this experience mad it so much clearer to me.
I later realized that I believe a particular spirit is attached to me, and not my bedroom, since I had another experience when I moved into my new house. About a month ago, I was watching TV in my room around eleven at night. Out of nowhere, I saw something glowing clear as day on top of my chest while I was lying down. I looked around everywhere to see if there could be glares coming from a mirror or something, but my mirror had just been broken, and I was going to get a new one the next day. Then, I feel a tiny pressure on my chest, and before I knew it, the light was gone. But this time I didn’t gasp. This time, I wasn’t scared. I’ve grown accustomed to my paranormal sensitivity, and have learned to not be afraid I’ve learned that if you don’t want them there, just ask them to leave. And if they’re nice, they will. Thankfully, I’ve never been hurt, but I don’t need a scar, scratch, bruise or to be possessed to help remind me that I believe in the paranormal. My belief may not be your belief, but I do, one hundred percent, believe in the paranormal.