The only think that scares a non-believer more is a believer.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a slight obsession with paranormal activity.

No, not the movie....the real stuff.

**Disclaimer: If you dont believe in ghosts, spirits, hauntings, or people who are sensitive to paranormal beings then please stop reading here. I am a firm believer in you have the right to not believe. All I ask is for you to just shut up and let me have the right to believe.**

I have had severeal "experiences" throughout my life and thankfully, come from a family where majority of the women in our family have the same ability. Its because of them that I was never made to feel strange or crazy, but to accept the gift that I have and to go with it.

It is a gift, however it took me awhile to accept it as a gift and not a curse. It wasnt until I was well into my 20's.

My experiences go back to when I was about 7 years old and I watch a dog walk from my parents bedroom to my bedroom. It was our big, white shepherd Che and she had been dead for 3 years. But I saw her, plain as day to the point where I went down into my bedroom to see her....but she of course, wasnt there.

I had a panic attack at a camp when I was 14 because I didnt feel safe and I needed to go home. To get away. My parents came and get me 2 days into a 14 day camp. A few weeks later we found out that in the 2 sessions prior to my stay, 2 other young girls had similar attacks, pushing one into an asthma attack so critical she was hospitalized. The site was demoed because of "ghost stories" and no one would stay in that cabin. Upon demo they found the bones of a young girl who was buried under the cabin I was in.

I felt an over-whelming sadness and anger on a fishing trip to Drummond Island with my dad when I was 19. Enough so that we left early. Once we got home, we found out that an elder in the local Indian tribe was being forced to leave his home and move to a nursing home. He couldnt do that so he choose to "walk on" in the water right next to where we were fishing. In additional, the week prior, a 100 year old home had burned to the ground, taking all the family history with it. As soon as we got off the Island the feelings left.

These are just a few of the experiences I have had. The ones I feel comfortable enough to put out there without anyone thinking I am to crazy. And there are still people who will think that I am a total wack job.

Maybe I am. If believing in life after death makes me a wacko, then so be it. If knowing that my grandmother can come back and visit my children, whom she never got to meet in real life, makes me crazy, then it is a title I will gladly accept.

Lets face it...I am 30 years old...I have been called alot worse.

I am now in the midst of facing the scariest thing I have ever had to face. I have to try to explain to my daugther what she is feeling. What she can sense and help her to not be scared of it.

Its hard because like I stated before....it took me years to harness my sensitivity and gain some understanding. Thankfully I have my mom, and others around us who can help her. I can only hope that she doesnt experience the fear that I had. I hope and pray (yes, those of us who believe in ghosts and spirits pray) that she only meets good, happy spirits and never faces the panic or anger that I have faced.

I can only hope that she will learn, not the hard way, that you cannot share your experiences with her friends at school because more often then not, children can me much crueler then ghosts.

Much of the population misunderstands ghosts and paranormal activity because they fear it. They dont want to believe because it goes again the typical Christian thought. Some dont believe because they havent experienced.

I have never seen a 40 foot anaconda either but I believe they are real. There are pictures of them, stories about them. Who am I to discredit those accounts simply because I didnt personally experience it.

The only thing that non-believers seem to fear more then ghosts is a believer.