This story has no beginning nor ending. I have had many unexplained things happen around me and my family since I was very young. My families first incidence of the paranormal was in a house that consisted of a downstairs and upstairs apartment. It was a huge house, the apartments were in them- selves houses. There were many passages, doors leading into other rooms, stairwells in and out of places and other little intriguing things. For kids it was a great hide and go seek place, even with the unnatural-happenings. Things would move about of their own free will, unseen hands would brush up against you, dogs and cats would react to atmospheric type disturbances, doors would open and close of their own free will, footsteps could be heard with no one walking them. Every picture taken in that house especially of my brother or I would have a light filtered behind us or around us. I learned later that children seem to be a great attraction for paranormal things and they seem to be enhanced around children. My mother still has those pictures. We called our visitor George. And went on as though he or she was a part of the family.

We later moved to the country and again I especially was contacted by a spirit, this time being an Indian woman of great wisdom I perceived. She seemed to identify with me for some reason. I have Apache Indian in me and I am a open minded person. She would manifest herself to me when I was horseback riding, come to me in dreams and I would as my mom would point out talk in tongue back to her in my sleep, she also told me of things to avoid and let me know of tragedies, two in fact, one being of a friend in high school who would have a wreck and be killed and another of a beloved teacher who would go through much pain. Both came true, Porky was killed in a wreck and my teacher Mrs. Guthrie's husband was killed in a car wreck and we soon discovered that she had breast cancer. For some reason Mrs. Guthrie confided in me during her trials and I was constantly at her side. My Indian friend has come back to me at times when I've needed her. I can see through her into future things even into past things, but only when I allow her or call on her. I've often wondered if I were a medium, the only thing is that I don't need a trance nor do I forget things. I'm not always perceptive of things but am always aware of the potential. I could go on but I'll end it here.