Do you believe?

Some people "believe", some don't.

Me I am a believer.

Some people say something has to happen to you in order to believe.

A few years ago in my later teenage years I was in a car accident.

A very bad car accident, so bad someone lost their life.

It was of course a life learning experience, and something I will never forget.

Shortly after the accident it all started to happen.

My mom and I were in her bedroom dancing around and talking when we heard the front door shut, then we heard the "Notre Dame Fighting Irish Song" in a whistling tone, which my brother always whistles. We jokingly took off running down stairs yelling "ALAN" when we realized the whistling was coming out of the sink and Alan was not home, we ran back upstairs scared and confused as to why it was coming out of the drain.

A few days later strange things started to happen, daily, like my blinds would start moving in really big swaying motions after I got into bed, I use to collect wind chimes and they would start to chime at night, I'd go to school and after I got out of my car my alarm would go off so I would run really fast away from my car because it was embarrassing. I would be driving down the street and suddenly my radio would change to Spanish music and get extremely loud. I use to be big into playing "Super Mario" after work and one morning my mom came into wake me up and the TV was on and the game was going as if I were the one playing it, so I took it as my "spirit" liked video games. He use to play in my bathroom at night with my hair stuff, I'd wake up and the clips I was wearing the day before would be on the floor,

so it became a game with him and I.

I got so use to him being around that the nights I didn't hear him I'd get scared.

I truly believe it was the guy that lost his life in my car accident

I use to talk to my mom about him all the time, because he was always around,

one day I'm sitting on my moms sink as she was doing her hair, and I was talking about him to my mom, and she says to me

"Do you think its your imagination"

So I started to think....maybe....maybe I'm crazy and I was staring at her shampoo bottles that sit on her bathtub.

When suddenly they all went flying off the bathtub and went everywhere.

My mom looked at me and said "GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM"

Then I realized, he is really with me, I was scared and left her room in tears,

this had been going on for a while, months. In a way it started to get scary.

But I was so use to these things happen to me.

I went on a date with this guy, and we started to talk about "My friend"

he said "My dad talks to spirits, Ill talk to him for you"

He calls me the next day and says,

"Kelly, you have the news paper clipping from your accident, you need to throw it away, or get rid of it, and when you do tell your spirit he needs to go home"

I started to cry, because right then that was my answer to whom was with me, how did this guy know that I had the news paper article, He talked to my spirit last night, I can't do this, he's my buddy.

I was devastated, scared, confused!

So I took my article, talked to Cesar, asked him to go home, and told him how sorry I was that this all had to happen and the way that things did.

The accident was horrible!!

I threw away the article, I didn't hear anything or see anything the next few days, when suddenly one night Roxy and I were sleeping.

(Roxy is my spoiled rotten puppy that use to sleep with me)

We both felt the bed move, i turned to look at the bottom of my bed as Roxy was growling, she saw the same thing I did!!

A man standing at the end of my bed he had his head down he was wearing a red hat dark clothes, jeans.

It was not my brother!

I closed my eyes and said "Please don't hurt us, I'm going to count to three please be gone when I open my eyes"

"1, 2.....................................3" Roxy laid down, I looked he was gone.

However every now and then I think he comes back to say "Hi", it puts a smile on my face to think that he comes to see me, someone I have never met before,

I feel he has given me his forgiveness, and he really helped me get through it all by being with me. I still often have dreams, and think about that day.

It was horrifying.

I use to talk to my husband about it, and he would laugh at me.

He wasn't to much of a "believer"

until recently, he wont admit it, but he wont deny it.

When we moved into our BRAND NEW HOME!

We have seen things, heard things, and last night

FELT things!

I have a foam mattress "bed" on the floor for my sweet Sue, because she comes in, in the wee hours of night and sleeps in her little bed I have for her.

Last night or whatever time it was she woke me up and said

"Mommy please sleep with me"

So I went down to her mattress and was sleeping, when I felt what I thought was Ethan walking up my side, and when I went to grab him he wasn't there, but I still felt walking movement.

I opened my eyes and no body was there.

I still felt the movement as it was walking away, and saw the blankets move as if someone was walking on them.

I turned to squeeze my sweet Sue and laid there till I fell asleep again.

I do believe our homes were built on an old cemetery or fighting grounds.