Blog | Growing Up Haunted: Chapter 1 - The Night the Veil Lifted

Have you ever been so certain of what you saw, yet completely unable to explain it? That’s exactly how I felt the first time I encountered the paranormal. I was just a child, barely eight years old, and what happened that night changed my life forever.

It wasn’t just a moment of fear—it was the start of a lifelong journey into the unknown, a journey that’s shaped who I am today. In this blog, I’m sharing my story and the lessons I’ve learned from growing up haunted. Whether you’ve experienced the supernatural or simply wonder about the world beyond, my hope is to connect with you through these moments when the veil between worlds feels just a little too thin.

I was about eight years old when I had my first brush with the other side. It was a typical night—or so I thought. My mom had just told me to head upstairs and get ready for bed. But like any kid not quite ready to surrender to sleep, I decided to sneak my notebook upstairs to do a bit of secret journaling under the covers. I settled into my bedroom, the house quiet as everyone else prepared for the night. With my notebook open and pen in hand, I started writing, letting my thoughts spill onto the pages. Time seemed to blur when you're lost in your own world. After a while, I went to roll over, perhaps to find a more comfortable position or to hide my makeshift writing session better.

That's when I saw her.

Standing in my doorway was a woman with dark hair, dressed in what looked like a white dress or nightgown—it was hard to tell. My immediate thought was that it was my mom checking in on me. Logical, right? So without a second thought, I called out softly, "Mom? Is that you?"

Silence.

She just stood there, staring at me with a blank expression that sent a chill down my spine. The air in the room felt different—thicker somehow. I looked closer, squinting in the dim light, and that's when I noticed something that made my heart race.

She had no feet.

A wave of fear washed over me as the reality sank in. This wasn't my mother. This wasn't even a living person. Panic set in, and I did the only thing my young mind could think of—I dove under my blankets, pulling them over my head like a protective shield.

"If I can't see it, it can't see me. It can't hurt me," I whispered to myself, trying to steady my breathing. But even under the covers, I could feel her presence. It was as if she had moved closer, standing right beside my bed, silently watching me. I didn't dare peek out. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited, hoping she'd disappear as suddenly as she'd appeared.

Eventually, exhaustion must have taken over because the next thing I remember is waking up to the morning light streaming through my window. The oppressive heaviness was gone, replaced by the familiar sounds of a new day.

Luna is a lifelong astral traveler, psychic, and spiritual guide dedicated to helping others unlock the mysteries of the mind, spirit, and universe. With years of firsthand experience exploring the unseen realms, she shares practical techniques and profound insights to inspire others to embrace their own limitless potential. Her passion lies in bridging the mystical with the everyday, empowering others to connect with their higher selves and explore the infinite possibilities beyond the physical world.

Growing Up Haunted: Chapter 1 - The Night the Veil Lifted

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The Night the Veil Lifted

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