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Psychic Kids

Updated: Oct 12, 2022

" My room, doesn't smell good mum, theres a bad horrid smell i don't know where its coming from ? " , " I don't want to play in my bedroom, I don't feel safe mum, I feel watched all the time, in there, but there's nobody they're mum " " I can't tell anybody, or even talk to my parents, about what i am experiencing " " It's every night, and she is smart the lady ghost ". She can do things, move stuff, she walks around my room, then out down the stairs to the old post office, our front parlour, where she bangs around, and i can hear her all night, now her sister is doing bad, terrible things to herself in my bedroom, i know that they are both dead, its so scary to watch them every night. 

That's our, front parlour, a second living room, with an old fire place and a comfortable dusky pink sofa with a Television set next to the fire place.It gets really cold in there, icy cold and you can see your breath, its not even cold outside, its so freezing colds don't want to tell my parents that one of the ghost ladies is stood in the room, with us. In the front of the house, facing the road there's a huge bright fire engine red post box, it's really old and says 1800 and something on it. My room has black wood beams on the ceiling with white bits in-between. I am over the top of the very old post office, up stairs, above the cold haunted room.The vintage bright red post box sits outside facing the country road, proudly placed among all the red bricks, in the center of the house, that was once a larger property, now split up into a semi detached home. Two ladies, two sisters walk through the wall from next door, every night. " I can't sleep, I feel so very uncomfortable with the ghosts, i feel sick all the time, its so strange, and i am very afraid of them "

" they do not like me, both of them those two women, and they will not talk, to me "

I have tried to speak to them, like i have done, before with the other dead people, " but these ladies are not friendly at all "   " She is so sad the older one, so unhappy, she hurts herself, every night, and i have to watch unless i put my head under the blankets " " She walks through the wall, into my room, gets a rope and hangs herself over and over again " " She is alone doing this, hanging herself from my black wooded beams, but she is not alone when she walks in from the wall at the end of my bedroom, the other women is with her, know that they're sisters " " The younger one sees me, and hears me, she walks around our home all night, and now in the day time too " " I can see her " " She moves things, fills my bed with knifes, forks, spoons, then makes my bed back up " " I do not want to get into my bed without my cat, for protection, Moonie my black cat " Who was i talking too in these conversations all about the two ghostly sisters, not my parents, not until later, when both of my parents started to experience more in the old post office, having their own spooky ghostie encounters. I was talking to another invisible person, who i could see, and hear. who was my friend and became my protector, my guide, as a child who i confided in, and who is still very much present today in my adult life. 

This happened to me as a child, every night in our house in Cheshire, in the United Kingdom, the house which was built on an ancient Roman settlement. One house, that was split into two in the 1950s.Back in the 1800s it was a working post office run by two women, two sisters. I was seven years old, living in a very haunted house, i suffered a lot, most of the time to afraid to go to the bathroom, and most of the time sleep deprived by the two loathing sad sisters. Who made my life a nightmare as a child.My solution was not to sleep until, it was time for school, most mornings i was so tired i did not eat, or remember to change from mob PJs into my school uniform, i just put my school clothes on top of my Pjs and off we went to our local village school, in a country post card picturesque hamlet. I could still see her, feel her...invisible at times, she wandering all around our dwelling, at other times appearing as a full bodied apparition, all over the cottage.Her power was fear, fear over me, her reign of terror, in her territory, was weakened by the other members of my family in our home, the contractors, who working on our abode.My uncle Geoff and his burley crew, all of them were having experiences inside the old 800 year old cottage.The two sisters, determined to cause my uncle as much grief as they could, and they did.

My solution was, when ever i came home from school, go next door, to a kind older couple called Nellie and Jim. As far as I was concerned from a child's perspective they knew us...their bedroom was where the ladies came from, i was safe with them. It was not a normal experience, that I was having at a very young age, seeing, hearing, feeling and talking to so many dead people. And so i started to talk to Nellie and Jim. I now know the difference between Grumpy dead people, and kind ones. which meant to me, " Claire you need to, ignore them " The kind ones, i could talk to them, and the really horrid ones, who were evil, and scary i would ignore. In my room at home there was both types of dead people. One was like a movie that repeated over, over, she did the same act every night. At first so i thought, but later that would prove to be not the truth, i was still learning to understand my abilities, and seeing, talking to the dead was complicated.The other younger women was intelligent, clearly knowing what she was doing, scaring me, trying to drive us out of our home, she was beginning, to piss me off.The two victorian sisters, one older, one younger, both dressed in long dresses, fitted jackets, hair piled upon their heads in tidy buns, after a while, became pain and i made a choice to be brave and comfort them.  

My mother only recently told me that so many things happened in that cottage, no kidding i thought. That she and my dad, uncle had many paranormal experiences in that house. Carpets being rolled up, thrown across the room, after being laid down by the contractors, and my uncle. Beds, blankets, sheets being pulled off, then folded neatly. So spooky was this house, my parents would not go in after dark, while they were renovating the home, when the blackness of the northern night's fell, no body wanted to go inside. We were living on site in a humongous caravan, in the garden of the property, while the extension, was being built, by the contractors who would leave before it became spooky and dark as dark could be, Big men these were, strong and men that down dark street in the north you would walk the other way, and they were to terrified to stay, leaving right before the sun went down. I did not know that the grown ups at that time, had been encountering paranormal experiences, dealing with very bad, and dark energies, all of them started to have very empty dark depressing thoughts, and heavy sad, feelings. Hearing disembodied voices inside the property almost every day shouting at themes they worked against the seasons, to get the work done before winter set in, shouted at by two invisible women, "get out " and so they bloody did every night, as they said to me " We're Bloody well offhand enough of this, going "

Our lack of understanding, created more fear, which in turn encouraged the two sisters to ram up the activity more, they were feeding off the fear.

My parents simply did not want to address this happening, the two sisters were just to terrifying.I was the black sheep in the family, my dad often treated me as if i was a weirdo, calling me a prima-donna, he would tell me to stop being a hypochondriac, i was 7 years olds, actually didn't know either of those two words meant, let alone know how to spell them. Even though all of them had had similar experiences to me, everything was swept under the carpet !, hidden away, not spoken about at all, only the odd comment, muttered out really loud, or in a mumbled voice. I see this kind of thinking now, as denial on their parts, obviously, i did understand that both my parents were very young. But i did not really care, wanted them to talk to me and protect me, "move us" now, far far away from the mad post office sisters.

" I would think please! " just move us.

It was a very sad because children suffer in these situations, i did a lot, and i still remember that haunting to this day, clearly because i am writing about it. Lots of children have these experiences, these trauma's and it is very traumatic as a child, when you are doing your best to understand your own life, let alone two dead sisters. Choosing to keep them quiet there experiences with the dead-end the ghostly hauntings, for fear of people calling them freak's.And so your children, did as i did we learnt to internalise the whole experience, withdrawing somewhat, but continuing to see the dead.If your child is lucky, blessed they will encounter sentient beings as i did, who stepped in helped me to understand my abilities, guiding me to be powerful and own my power as a psychic, and medium.

I applaud any parent or guardian, or sibling who says

" I believe you, let's do something, about this haunting " . Taking the time to listen to their children, talking to them, it helps to feel supported, and it is the first step, to finding a solution.

" Let's get help, now! " Is the other, kindness and compassion, support is so important in these circumstances. The supernatural haunting

Is what adults experience, and ignore.

This is what children experience also, and cannot ignore.

If your child tells you there's an invisible person, a ghost, it's not always their imagination, it could be a real haunting, with very real dead people and not all of the dead are good. Please, listen to them, listen to your children, they could have psychic capabilities, or be an empath, or a naturally born medium. 

" Your children are telling the truth "

I am not saying every case is to do with kids having psychic or mediumship talents, it is possible your child has abilities, but in time like an allergy, kids can out grow stuff, having phases is a part of life, even as a grown up. There are lot's of kids with special predisposition's and it's worth investigating, what type of power they have and it is very much like having a super power, that you can not understand, or control, " yet " It's worth listening, its worth taking proactive action, your child's health is at risk if you do not. Learn to be consciously aware, in every way, that you can, for your child, and for yourself, growth is important and you will grow in these situations. Educating yourself and your child, can be scary, learning all about these subjects, the worlds of the paranormal, and spirit hauntings, but it is not as frightening as not knowing. 

Here is a list of what most psychic kids go through every day and night, emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually.

1.  Fear of being in a space or location, alone

2.  Feeling Isolated, all the time. 

3.   Bullied (by what?)by an invisible force.

4.   Not easy to make friends, scared to be found out that they can see, hear, feel, the dead.

5.   Constantly not feeling well, from the dead, from the stress.

6.   Hates the dark

7.   Can't sleep alone

8.   Is pinched, scratched, slapped, bruised and pulled, by dead people.

9.   Wakes up all night, having not slept at all 10. School, studies start to suffer, or doesn't want to go at all, they're now too vulnerable

11. Stops eating

12. Would rather be with adults and older people

13. Can't connect to many people

14. Needs the light and lots of noise, or wants complete silence

15. Has Severer Anxiety

16. Abuse, from the dead

This is what you're psychic, medium's, empathic, kids are going through.

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LOVE AND LIGHT Claire Graham

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