My parents got me into delivering newspapers at the age of 9 in our rural town of Jerome, Idaho. It was a fairly quiet town and very small. We were brought up Lutheran and then made a switch to Baptist, but I was always involved in the church.

When we started the newspaper routes, I noticed that I felt very uncomfortable around one area of our town that happened to be just down the street from where I lived. I never really thought much of it but I always ran through that section, hoping to get done as soon as possible. My mom would follow me in the car and I would go back to get more papers as I needed them so I wouldn't have to carry all of them. We were out there at about 3:30 every morning, doing the same thing.

But I always felt dread about going to this one section of town.

One morning was especially cold and there was about six inches of fresh snow on the ground and I heard some movement behind me but I figured it was a neighbor's dog or something so I didn't bother to look back. I then heard my mom yelling at me to turn around and look down, so I did so. Following after me were a second set of footprints in the fresh snow. I watched as they approached me and then they stopped about a foot from me. I called out but nothing answered so I turned around and went back to the car. My mom and I were both a bit shook up but we let the matter slip from our minds.

In early spring we were around the same area but a block or so down. I was about to run across the street when I looked up and saw a black mist in the shape of a man by a tree that was in front of the first house on that block. For some reason I started crying, a habit that has happened ever since then when I sense something is not quite right, like something else is there that wasn't supposed to be.

That same morning, as we turned the corner to start on the next street that was adjacent to the one previous, my mom drove off a bit without me. I thought this was really strange because she had always waited for me. So I chased after the car, attempting to slow her down. When I reached the car, my mom was extremely confused because she saw someone about my height and looking very similar to me approach the car then run away and she figured it was me, but no one else was out there and I hadn't seen anyone.

The following morning was the worst for me. We were at the same place as we were the day before and I started crying as we turned the corner. I pushed the feeling out of my head and began to recite Bible passages. By the time I got to the third house, I was almost yelling them out loud. I always hated this house because it was really dark and there was a very long driveway that I had to walk up, As I approached the door, I saw movement and the tears came all over again. I tossed the paper on the doorstep and as I turned to leave, I heard a voice call out my name so I turned back around. I saw a huge black form that took up almost the entire doorway. I couldn't move at all. Then the form said "We see you and you see us. That is how it was meant to be, and how it will be forever." After it said the last word, I felt like I had been released and I finally could run away.

I ran back to the car and was crying and I told my mom what had happened. She took me home and had my older brother finish my route.

Ever since then, though, I have seen weird things. I still have the feeling when I know something else is there and I have heard demons converse, but I have also seen and spoken to angels.

My mom had me talk to a monk about six months ago after I had two dreams that came true. The first dream was about a boy that went to my school that was going to die in a car accident that weekend. I didn't know who it was, but I knew it would happen. When it did happen I was shocked. The second dream occured before my school choir took a trip to Seattle. We took two planes, I was in the second group for the trip. I dreamt that the first flight would have problems landing and that no one would get hurt. As we landed in the second plane, we found out that the first plane couldn't land because the landing gear wouldn't operate, but once they got it working and landed, the cabin filled with smoke and the plane was evacuated.

As I told this to the monk, he did some tests and told me that I am very sensitive and perceptive of other planes. I'm still trying to understand what that means and how I can deal with this, but as of right now it's just my life.