“And the girl I saw in my bedroom? The one with dirty clothes and spooky eyes?”
“Shadows are overtaking her.”
A month prior, I had woken up around the 3 a.m. and saw a teenage girl standing in front of my bed. She had dark hair and eyes that looked haunted. She appeared to be in great emotional and mental pain.
I shook my head. What do I do with this?
I didn’t know and so I stopped. I stopped listening and stopped engaging or acknowledging. At the time, I justified my choice. Since I was seemingly limited in what information I could gain, I should stop and wait. But this was a mistake.
After I stopped listening I temporarily forgot what I needed to do. As a result, I began picking up on the deceased’s emotions. I was feeling their frustration and sadness for the most part.