Before I had ever met my guides and before I had even started my spiritual journey, I went to my mom's house about three years ago, before they had finished remodeling their basement. When night fell and my mom and brother were both in bed, I felt really uneasy passing the hallways that lead to their bedrooms. Even more so when I had to pass the guest room at the end of the hallway on the left. I would literally sprint across the kitchen to get past the hallway and into the living room. Finally when I wasn't able to keep my eyes open anymore I decided it was time for bed and the couch was too uncomfortable to sleep on. As I passed the threshold into my mom's room to bunk with her, I saw the face of a little boy and his light brown freckles flash vividly in my heads. Church styled blond hair to the side, knee high pants, suspenders, nice church shoes, everything. Later on as I tried to settle on who it was, I kept thinking his name started with a D- Derek or Dexter. He wore glasses occasionally and when I would see him any time after that I felt he was covered in water.

Since then I've seen many children pass through the house during my visits. After talking to my mom about it I discovered that the builder of the house used salvaged wood from an old schoolhouse that burned down to build it. No children died in the fire that we know of, but it explains why children are so drawn to the house.
As I got more experienced with the house and my abilities, I realized that I felt so uneasy with the guest room because of a Victorian woman who's anger and anguish for the passing of her young husband made her own energy palpable. (I thought her name was Maria but I called her Victoria all the time because of her era of dress) She didn't like to be seen, talked to, or interfered with so she'd lash out whenever we came near her or the room and that's what made me so uncomfortable. Deciding enough was enough, I went into the room on a day my mom and brother were gone and I explained to her the condition she was in. I told her that the house was no longer hers and that she had been there far too long. I told her that we weren't kicking her out but if she continued with her behavior we'd have no choice but to do so. Eventually she became protective over the space but was no longer grieving the loss of her husband in such a manner. She let guests stay comfortably and even I was able to stay in the room on occasion. I don't feel she's there anymore so I think she's finally passed on.

The point of my writing this experience is so that those who may be scared of their gifts and spirits, will understand that it's quite possible to change things just by talking to them and explaining their and your situation out loud. I hope this helped to encourage others to give it a try if a spirit is bothering you.