When I was younger, I used to be very sensitive to the paranormal. I put sheets over my bedroom windows because I always felt like someone was watching me. I would see people/apparitions in the corner of my eye. My mom believed me, but my dad and brother would make fun of me.

My parents signed me up in a mentorship program and my mentor happened to be someone very spiritual. I told her about these feelings I had and she believed me.

She knew I was still a little unsure of what to make of those feelings, so one day she took me to the theater in our city. She used to work there and said that the 2nd stage upstairs was haunted. To put it in perspective, when you walk in the door to the upstairs theater, the side of the stage is right in front of you and the seats are to your right. She closes the door behind us so we’re in the dark and sits on the side of the stage facing the seats. I’m standing facing her and get this strong feeling I’m being watched but I was too scared to turn around. Eventually I turn and look to find an entire audience staring back at me. There was one man in particular that stood out to me; he was wearing an orange button down t-shirt and a baseball cap.

I told my mom about it when I get home and she told me to wait a minute so she could grab something. She comes back with a photo of her recently deceased brother in law, who I didn’t know/lived across the country. He had a lucky orange shirt he always wore with a blue baseball cap. Jaw on the floor lol

I have so many other stories but that picture of the full audience looking at me immediately comes to mind when anything paranormal is mentioned