When I was younger, I saw spirits very easily. My first encounter with a spirit was in my childhood home. At the time, I didn't even know that I was having an encounter with a spirit being. I was like 8 or 9. I remember waking up feeling like someone had come into my room. When I opened my eyes, a taller black gentleman was standing at the end of my bed. I remember not being afraid I just said "Hey! How are you? Why you here?". I was very trusting back then. I didn't think anyone would just walk into my home; besides, they would have to get by my parents who were just downstairs. I remember him saying his name was Amos and that he lived down the road. I lived in the COUNTRY. I mean, the closest Walmart was 45 minutes away! I knew all my neighbors, so I asked if he was staying with someone. He started telling me that his home wasn't there anymore. Being curious, I asked, "Why, what happened?" He told me there were some people giving him problems because they said he didn't live there anymore. Amos told me a story of many others losing their home the same way. "But Amos, there are no homes over there!" (Across the road, there was one house, but there was also a plot of land covered in trees.) I remember at one moment my dad walked into my room and asked me who I was talking to. I said, "Amos." My dad, of course, told me that there was no one else in the room. I looked around, and Amos was no longer there. I told my dad, "I guess he left." There were many other nights Amos came to talk. He was the one who told me that he was not "HERE" like I was. He was living not here. Long story short, I proved out a lot of the things that Amos told me. I found out there was a settlement of slaves that were promised a home and a parcel of land. The community was located in the wooded area across the road. When my friend Christopher and I did some investigating, we found three foundations of homes about 300 yards apart. I couldn't prove that these were the homes, but I knew they had been there.