It all started when I was 7. Even before, things were constantly around me, especially as I was sheltered and didn't understand. My mom would hear things coming from my room while I slept. It started when I began feeling a man's hand trying to reach from for me from under my bed. I didn't know it, but I began building mental walls early.
We were devout Catholic and my faith was so strong then. When I turned 7, death began visiting me. I never knew who it was for a long time, but it was eating at me. At that young age, I coincidentally developed a severe ulcer. I remember missing apples and Dr. Pepper most. I was very sick but something was always there comforting me. In my child's mind, I thought it was Mother Mary Herself.
It started, innocently enough, with my dog. I was so young and suddenly my chest felt completely flooded. I could feel my heart slow and I would try to count my heartbeats. I would scream for my mom and tell her I was dying. Two days later, my little Riley dog drowned in my great grandparents frozen pool. I had felt his death.
When we realized what was happening, my mom was at a loss. The next was one of the worst. I felt so weak and sick. Then my beloved great grandmother passed. At that point, my mom told me to pray hard to be given visions of who it was going to be.
I did, and before the next death, something dark attached itself to me. That's another story. But now, I can see death on faces. I dream it, I literally see their faces, gaunt and peaceful (usually). It is NEVER easy and if they are close, they seem to know I can see. I have seen so many deathfaces.
Now, my family and friends send me photos of people they are worried about. It's very emotional. I always try to he there for them as they pass. I have felt more than a few lingering before moving on. Such as my mother in law. Some come back after years. I have never met anyone like me, but would appreciate input.