Before my parents divorced we lived in a big house with air ducts that allowed you to hear pretty much everything in the house. Between two and four (when they split) I remember hearing voices first coming from the vents calling my name
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I remember getting out of bed and listening from the hallway and I could hear the voice coming from the kitchen. I knew it had happened before but I can’t remember the other times in that house
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Later we moved and I can remember two very extreme experiences in my second house. The first time I saw a pretty stereotypically ghostly woman walking down the hallway in a white gown.
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The second time I was playing in our unfinished basement when my mom was doing laundry. When she went back upstairs I decided I’d be brave and wait downstairs until she returned. I was playing with my legos when I heard a man’s voice say “whatcha doin?” Which I assumed to be my
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mother’s boyfriend. I even responded. Soon after I did so I realized there was nobody behind me. Nobody else in the house besides my mom.
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My mom also has several stories of me saying odd things at a really young age. Once when my mom was complaining at me (I was too young to walk so I was in a walker) I told her in a very clear voice “you’re the parent, I’m the child” and she was floored
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Another time around the same age (both of these would have been between 1 and 2) I was sitting in my car seat when I exclaimed “I died in a bus crash”
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Should be noted that I wasn’t allowed to watch television or movies at this age
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