When I was little I used to see in my room at night. They would disappear when I told them to go away. I thought they were ghosts. I eventually stopped seeing them, but I heard trumpets playing randomly, and told my parents. It scared me, but they laughed at me. For a long time nothing out of the ordinary happened.
In sixth grade I started knowing things I wasn't supposed to. I went to a mental hospital for depression, and met an girl that I could tell was adopted because she had an "adopted voice." I asked her if she was, and she said, "Yes." I can't really explain it.
In seventh grade I knew a girl had divorced parents and lived with her mom. All she had told me was that she had thrown away her mom's cigarettes to keep her from smoking the day before, but from that I knew. When I asked her, she said I was right.
The same year I started smelling things other people couldn't. I smelled roses at first, then my depression worsened and I smelled rotting or burning flesh.
Later that year I started hearing a man's voice. He sounded angry, and talked in ancient Egyptian, which I have studied since sixth grade. The weirdest thing I translated from him was, "You are my eye, flame." He always calls me "Nesert," which means flame. He says it mockingly, I think. At the time I only heard him occasionally.
At the end of seventh grade I began hearing the voice regularly, along with two female voices who said they are me. One is like a sweet little girl, and the other is as mean as the male voice. I only ever hear one at woman at a time. Sometimes one with have a conversation with the man without me. I only hear them at night. I can't sleep because it scares me so much.
In eighth grade I knew my teacher's maiden name started with an H. She was seriously freaked out. I started getting into tarot, tasseomancy, scrying, palmistry, and astrology. I probably don't know as much as all the adults here, but I think I will know enough one day to come to terms with my powers, if that's what these incidences are.
I wrote all my secrets about the voices, but my mom found it and she wants to send me to a mental hospital again. My mom is mostly atheist, but believe that living people have spirits. She has a couple of stories of her own experiences with possible ESP. I might have inherited it from her. But anyway, I don't want to go to the hospital, and I don't know how to convince a very scientific mother that I am not mentally ill. I'm so scared, but thanks for reading.
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