I have experienced the paranormal since I was a little girl. My mother who practiced black magic, yes there is a difference contrite to what other people say! Our house was full of shadow walkers, that’s what my mother called the faceless shadows that wondered around. Besides the eerie feeling and shadows of my childhood home, I will share this story with you. When I was 12 years old I was playing in my back yard. A small boy riding his big wheel, came into my yard. He had a cut on his forehead and seemed like he was looking for someone. I asked him his name, he told me his name was Steven. I took him in my house and got a band aide for his head. He asked me if I could take him home. As I talked to him about where he lived, I discovered he was the brother of one of my classmates. I knew exactly where he lived, so I took him home. He happily rode his big wheel in to the driveway. I walked home not thinking much about it. I just assumed he had gotten lost while out riding his big wheel. The next day at school I told my classmate about his brother coming to my house and how I took him home. His face just went blank and he went up to the teacher and talked to her. They both left the class room, with out saying to much. Shortly afterwards, I was called to the office. I went down to the office wondering what did I do now. It seemed I was always getting in trouble for one thing or another. I was taken into a side office, where the principal and several other people where sitting. The school councilor asked me to repeat to her what I had told my classmate. I told her about my classmates brother coming to my house, when he was lost and I brought him home. I couldn’t understand why I was in trouble for helping someone out. The mother of my classmate came in and began asking me questions. I told all I could. She asked what his was wearing and did he say anything. I told her he had a cut on his head, and that I had washed it off and put on a band aide. That he just wanted me to take him to his house. The mother began to cry and knelt down beside me. I was so confused I asked her if Steven had runaway and if she wanted me to help find him. She just held my hand and told me if I see him again to tell him she loves him very much. The principal seemed very angry with me and kept telling me I didn’t see Steven. I just couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Further more he suspended me from school. The principle blamed my mother telling her it was her fault because she was a witch. That our house should be burnt down. I went home feeling so sad, I laid in my room crying for hours. So confused about what was going on. When my older brother came home he came up to my room. He was friends with my classmates older brother. My brother gave me a big hug and told me everything would be ok. I asked him why everyone was so mad at me. My brother told me that a long time ago, Steven was ridding his big wheel out of his driveway. He was struck by a car and died from his head injury. That the little boy I took home was a ghost. I was so scared because he didn’t look like a ghost. He looked, felt and acted like he was alive. Not a white cloud or see through. I have had other experiences and now work as a paranormal investigator, through remote viewing, which is a whole other story in it self.