Note: In the interest of the request for anonymity by the author, names have been changed, in addition to some minor editing.

I didn’t know the whole history on my home in Boston, New York, but have been a “sensitive” for as long as I can remember.

When we first moved into this house, I used to see a “figure” in the hallway back by the bedrooms and hear a baby cry (not my daughter). My aunt, who use to watch “Stephanie” while she was an infant, did not believe in such “garbage”. I came home from work one day, and she met me asking “Can I ask you a question without feeling stupid?” “Yes,” I replied. “Do you ever hear a baby cry, and it’s not ‘Stephanie?’” “Yes,” I answered.
“Do you ever see a figure walking in the hallway by the bedrooms?” “Yes…that’s our ghost.”

What I came to find, was there was a teenage boy who was killed on a bike on a local road some years back, that lived in our house. One night in bed after I had found this out, I had a feeling of a presence in my face! I could feel it’s energy. I simply told the entity, “It’s time for you to travel to the Light, and go forward.” Haven’t felt them since, but my daughter has continued to see the “figure” in the hallway .