Despite its slow start, the first month of 2018 turned out to be the most paranormally active month yet for my daughter and me. January hasn’t ended yet, and I have at least three new stories to share.
I don’t include every little detail because frankly, it’s a lot – sometimes brief and often repetitive – but there is and will always be something new and interesting to write about.
Not too long after the “House of Light” encounter, Kiani and I were tucked into bed and ready to fall asleep (though she has her own room, she has slept in mine since she was a baby, due to her ability to see spirits).
We were feeling relaxed and starting to drift off when we heard a soft click and the tinkling notes of a music box.
“What is that music?” Kiani wondered out loud.
I knew she wasn’t all that familiar with music boxes, but I certainly was.
“It’s a music box,” I told her.
We tried again to sleep but kept hearing faint, unidentifiable noises from my bedroom and living room.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” I said, feeling tired and not in the mood for a ghost party.
I stood up and spoke to the air around me.
“Hey, spirit people and such, would you mind settling down and being quiet? Time may not mean much where you are, but Kiani and I are trying to sleep. Thank you!”
They must have heard us because we didn’t hear anything after that and slept quite well.
A few days after the ghostly party crashers, I experienced another something that seemed to validate that I have something called “Clairessence”, which is the psychic ability to smell scents and odors from the spirit world.
My sense of smell has always been my stronger sense, so I guess it shouldn’t surprise me, but on this night, I learned that not every spirit smells pleasant.
On this night, my kids had a few friends over. They were playing board games, and I was helping them organize them. I started to smell what I can only describe as rotting, wet clothes. It was so strong, in fact, that I almost gagged.
Instead, I held my breath and looked around at the table of boys, wondering why I didn’t smell it before. But I assumed, logically, that it must be coming from one of them.
After a few moments, though, the odor vanished, and I could focus again. The fresh air lasted a good half-hour, and then it came back again.
This time, I was determined to figure out where it was coming from so that I could sit farther away from the culprit.
Don’t laugh (or do!), but I stood up and, as casually and nonchalantly as I could, walked around the table from kid to kid, interacting with them and cracking jokes. I had the “cool mom” reputation to uphold, after all, and didn’t want to ruin that by being obvious about what I was doing.
But once done with my sly, sniffing detective work, I was even more baffled. None of the kids smelled bad. Not one. I remember being so baffled that I even walked into the bathroom and sniffed my own clothing.
It began to annoy me. I sighed and shook my head, then walked out of the bathroom and toward the stairs.
And there it was again!
As I stood there, scowling, with my hands on my hips, Kiani motioned to me from the bedroom, just a few feet to my left.
“Mommy, come here!” she whispered.
I stepped close to her.
“I just saw a man’s legs walk past you. Not his torso, just his legs.”
“You did?” I whispered back.
“What was he wearing?”
“It looked like pants and shiny shoes…fancy ones.”
That was all the detail she could give me, but I knew this gentleman spirit must have been what I had been smelling all night.
Later, after speaking with a few psychic friends of mine online, I discovered that that moldy, rotten clothes smell was quite common while in the presence of the departed.
Mystery solved. Unfortunately, it also came with the realization that I will just have to toughen up and quit being such a wuss over bad odors. I have a feeling this won’t be the last of them.
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