As a medium, the spiritual world is part of my everyday life. This can be a wonderful experience when you receive signs from the other side that offer comfort and support. Sometimes, however, there are events that can confidently be described as paranormal experiences. These always cause unease and leave more questions unanswered than they can answer.

This was also the case this time: the paranormal events accumulated over several months and initially made it difficult for me to make any sense of them.

It started with footsteps: early in the morning, I was lying in bed with my children when I suddenly heard someone moving around in the bedroom. I clearly heard the footsteps of a child running from one end of the room to the other. With my eyes closed, I was absolutely certain that it could only be my older daughter, and I was about to ask her why she had gotten up. But when I opened my eyes, there was no one in the room and my children were fast asleep.

The next time I heard the footsteps of a child in the middle of the night, my younger daughter was sleeping very restlessly at the time. She had bad dreams and woke up several times during the night. That was also the case that night. She woke up screaming and calling for me. She kept shouting, “No, no, no!” I turned on the light to comfort her and heard something else: footsteps moving quickly. A child running quickly out of the room.

At first, I had to accept all these events as they were, as I simply couldn’t make sense of them yet. At the same time—I don’t remember the chronological order—I woke up one night because I heard a girl screaming. I turned on the light in the bedroom, but of course there was nothing to be seen. The screams sounded to me as if they were coming from further away – definitely outside the house, but at the same time so far away that, logically speaking, I shouldn’t have been able to hear them.

I need to explain two things here: When I perceive noises or sounds from the spiritual world, they are there, but it sounds as if we are not sharing the same space. They are there, but not really there.

Moreover, this was not the first time I had been awakened at night by children from the spirit world. But in contrast, I had always heard a child crying and not screaming. The crying of a child is my personal sign from the other side that a child has died a violent death here. Hearing a child scream therefore made no sense to me, at least on that night. Later, I realized what they were trying to tell me: a child had died a violent death here, but was still officially considered missing. A missing child. The children who visit me often announce themselves to me in this way, and this was also the case here. So I had another visit.

The paranormal events were to continue for several weeks, and this time my youngest daughter was also affected. She, too, can perceive the deceased. However, due to her age, she is not yet able to properly classify or understand much of what she sees. But at some point, she started telling me about a girl in the house who wouldn’t leave her alone. She was so scared that she didn’t want to play in her room anymore. I asked her if she could see her at that moment, and she said yes. She told me that the girl was always upstairs in the children’s rooms and wanted to play Barbie with her. She started pointing at something in the empty room, making faces and sticking her tongue out at her. I told my daughter that it was okay if she didn’t want to play with her, but I made a mental note to burn incense in the house and use holy water.

But despite the incense, the apparitions did not stop; on the contrary. It seemed that frustration was slowly spreading during our visit because no one wanted to or could interact with her the way she wanted them to.

Then another incident occurred at night: I was awakened by small children’s hands touching my arm. I assumed it was my younger daughter and didn’t think anything of it at first. Until the hands abruptly pulled away my pillow, which was under my arm. Now I was irritated and turned on the light. The pillow was somewhere else, but my daughter was fast asleep. She hadn’t taken it from me.

Over the next few weeks, the paranormal experiences continued to occur during the day.

First, I saw a small figure running from one room to another on our upper floor. It was a small child with short hair and a long white dress or robe. I only saw her briefly before she disappeared.

Soon I could also hear her during the day: while we were eating lunch, I heard a female child’s voice clearly calling “Hello? Hello?” in the middle of the living room. It was definitely not my daughters, who were busy eating.

The next day, however, she gave me a fright. My daughters were playing with their dolls upstairs in their room while I was busy downstairs in the living room. My younger daughter was just running down the stairs to me when there was a sudden loud bang and crash. It sounded as if she had fallen down the stairs, and I ran to her. But she was standing on the stairs, just as shocked as I was, and just looked at me. My older daughter came to us. I asked what had happened, but they were just as taken aback as I was. It was obvious that something MUST have fallen down the stairs. After all, we had all heard it.

I looked around the whole house to see if anything had fallen over, but everything was fine. A few minutes after this incident, I heard it again: a child whispering right next to me. But there was no one else in the room but me.

From that day on, I also felt uncomfortable with the strange energy in the house. As long as souls do not go into the light, they cause unrest and trouble in their surroundings. Unfortunately, they cannot help it, as they are stuck in their trauma and negative experiences. At the same time, as a medium, I can perceive these souls, but I cannot communicate with them as easily as I can with the souls of those who have passed into the light.

During all these paranormal events, I was therefore in contact with other, higher beings. Whenever I am dealing with low-vibrating energies with which I cannot communicate directly, I contact other, higher-vibrating energies. They know the answer to every question and are far above anything we understand here on Earth or try to comprehend with our limited minds in terms of wisdom and understanding. They told me that the child had been wandering between worlds for 30 years and that she had come to me because she was looking for a mother.

She had died a violent death (I don’t want to go into details here) and ultimately didn’t know where to go. She had been alone and searching for a mother and family. The fact that we couldn’t give her the home she needed made her frustrated and impatient over time.

She was a lively child, cheeky and simply seeking attention – quite normal for her age. After a little research, it became clear that her family circumstances during her lifetime were anything but clear or desirable for a child, which ultimately culminated in tragedy. Once I knew who she was, I also knew that I had to help her so that she could go into the light.

I called her to me and showed her the light that leads souls to God and to our home. I asked her beforehand if she wanted to go to her mother, but she said no. She saw the light, but didn’t dare to go there alone, so I took her by the hand and walked with her toward the light. After a few steps, however, I realized that I couldn’t go any further. Even though I was talking to her mentally, my body was lying in my bed. As I moved toward the light, my upper body began to vibrate, which soon turned into uncontrollable shaking. I had the strange feeling that my soul was leaving my body, but that it was actually still “stuck.” The whole thing was a more than strange experience.

But I had to tell the girl that I couldn’t accompany her any further and called angels to her who took her to the other side.

She nodded and went with the angels. I felt a deep peace and knew that she had arrived home.

Just one night later, she came to visit me again. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a little girl, but she wasn’t alone. A man was carrying her in his arms, and she was beaming with joy as she pointed at us all lying in bed. I saw the two of them twice that night. Although I had never seen them before in my life, they seemed familiar to me. And one thing was clear: she was finally happy.