Discovering My Supernatural Heritage At Grandma’s

Sometime around the year 1967 my parents told me one day that I was going over to grandmother’s house so that she could watch me while they were going somewhere for the day. I begged them not to take me there, because the place was haunted. I felt like something was always watching me at that house… and it was not my grandmother! But my parents told me my cousin Alan was going to be there too, and I would have someone to play with. So I reluctantly agreed.

When we pulled up my aunt and uncle were just driving off, so at least I knew my cousin was there and we could play with our trucks. When I walked in there was a little girl beside my cousin. My grandmother introduced her as Sally. She also watched Sally while her mom and dad went to work.

While my cousin and I where playing, Sally was happily playing all by herself. She was talking to an imaginary friend and they were playing with her dolls. At lunchtime I remember feeling like someone was tickling me at the table. Sally told me that I was sitting in her friend’s chair and asked me to move.

There was an empty chair across from me and I asked Sally why her friend could not just go and sit over there? Then I felt something pulling on my ear really hard, and I jumped! I quickly moved over to the other chair. I looked at my cousin, but he didn’t say a word. He just looked at me with his eyes really wide open.

When my grandmother returned to the kitchen, I told her that I wanted to go home. I wanted to call my mom and dad to pick me up. But she had just finished talking to my mom, who asked for me to spend the night at my grandmother’s. They would pick me up the next day. I was not impressed.

The Supernatural is the Natural, just not yet understood ~ Elbert Hubbard

It’s bad enough I see stuff at my mom and dad’s house. Granted, our house was haunted, but here I had to deal with this little girl who is talking to something that no one could see, and it was scaring me.

Since my cousin would be going home soon, I asked grandma to call my aunt and uncle about spending the night over there. My grandmother took me to the side and said: “I will make a deal with you. Let’s talk about it first and if you then still wanted to go home, I will make sure your other uncle (he lived with her at the time) would take you home.” So, I agreed.

After Sally and my cousin left, she finally sat me down and opened up to me. She told me she understood what I was going through, because on her side of the family, for as long as anyone could remember, people could sense spirit and see ghosts, including herself. She also told me that she had a dream years ago that my mom was going to have four children, and two of them will be boys and that they will be able to see into the future and sense spirit.

Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen ~ Linda Hogan

She asked me if I remembered seeing anything at her house in the past. I could remember smelling, and hearing an old women sing, but not in English. I told her the old lady looked like my mom, and every time I would come over there I would see the rocking chair move and see this old lady walk across the room. My grandmother then got out a family photo album, pointed at an old photo and asked me if this was the women I had seen. It turned out to be my great grandmother, who was a Blackfoot Indian.

I then asked her about what I had experienced with Sally and told her that it scares me to come to her house. She said she knew it was hard for me to understand now, but when I got older  I would be able to help other people by sensing such things. I still did not enjoy going to my grandmother’s house. The understanding only came many years later.