I found out very early on that i was a sensitive. First experiences with shadows, very strong feel of something else standing right next to you,pokes, nudges, coldness goes on and on. no matter where i was at it felt like they ALL knew. When i was 18 i decided at my own party i was going to tell my whole family ” i see things” did not go over well. My mother vowed never to throw my another party. I was called every name in the book , including crazy. Fast forward to five short years later. My mother is now the one telling me the house she is renting is haunted. For me this is good news. I all ready knew that. The house my mom is living at is my aunts house and her husband died tragically by suicide. Not only is my uncle still coming back to make sure he has nothing else to do to help my aunt out . They also had a dear beloved dog die on the property and now he resides in the corner of the yard. My grandma pops in for a quick i never forgot visit once in a while.My sister is now living with my mother in this house and she freaks out every day  seeing a man standing over her bed.my son and one of my sisters cats where staring at something for over 30 minutes in the corner by the ceiling. for a one year old that is not normal.Ever since child hood going to my aunts house was always UN- easy for my when you walk into my aunts old bed room (now my mother’s room)you can just feel him there all the time watching and waiting.The bedroom where my sister resides is my cousin’s old bedroom, i kept this information from her but i can go ahead and tell you. my uncle used to visit my cousin in his bed all the time. it would scare my cousin half to death but knowing it was his father from various pictures and things he would be scared but in a nice way. doors are now opening by them selves. spike the dog is most def. there you hear the sound of his tail on the wood like he is standing right next to you wagging his tail and  waiting for  a treat. every single person in the house has had on several occasions of being woken up in the night. It took my mother five years and one ghost hunt at an old theater ,and me in the room of course to even believe in this.We went to the Coronado (theater) just as fun and jokes when it came time for dead time,the only one the other world friends would answer was me.Just my luck, Not by talking into the mic, but by making the light on the  mic blink the number of times i would ask it to every single  time 1 for no 2 for yes. it even freaked me out a bit. for over an hour this went on. seeing the unbelievable judgement on every ones faces  I decided to stop. Now when i am told the same thing my mother is being thrown into at her own house, and how she is afraid to tell any one . I have to sit back and call her crazy- serious