From a young age, I've always known things I shouldn't, because the dead whispered to me.
I was told by my mother that I shocked her and my grandmother from early on. Once, when I was two, my mom and grandmother took me shopping to a place none of us have been before. As soon as my stroller rolled through the entrance, I turned and said to my mother, "I want to play in the dollhouse in the back." My mom told me that there was no dollhouse, because we haven't been there before, so I stayed in my stroller. Low and behold, when I was rolled to the back of the store, there was a large dollhouse that couldn't bee seen in the front of the store. I got up and started playing, like it wasn't a big deal, but my mom and grandmother were flabbergasted.
I remember bits and pieces of my gift in my childhood. I remember playing blocks with a man in an orange jumpsuit (I know who he is now--he's my twin flame) in the basement of my grandmother's house. He's been with me since before I can remember.
I also remember talking to a group of people in the wall of my bedroom. They had a message for me that I can't remember.
I remember being shushed and coddled in the middle of the night by my great great grandmother who died long before I was born.
I remember being confused at my great-grandma's funeral. I remember looking into the casket and seeing her dead, but looking up and seeing her standing next to her coffin telling me not to be afraid. I wasn't afraid, I was confused as to why she was laying in a coffin if she was talking to me.
Now, I see the dead everywhere I go. Most are nice, but I've run into a few that I don't wish to see again. I thought I'd share a few of my childhood stories. Thanks for reading, comment if you'd like!:)