As a kid, I began seeing spirits. To me they were harmless and brought a sense of comfort to the room. As I grew older, it became less and less comfortable and eventually became fear.
Threatening spirits began following me. They lurked in the shadows and watched my every move. It was almost as if they were waiting for the perfect opportunity. For what, I am not sure.
Eventually, I became so scared I began screaming at them to leave me alone. They were no longer welcome in my home. It seemed to work.
I don't know what to make of everything. As a child, I didn't know what to do or whom I could turn to. People laugh and think you are crazy.
My mother found out when I was fourteen that I could do more than just see spirits and ghosts. One morning away at camp, I woke up in a panic and all I could think about was getting to a phone and calling my mother. In my gut, I knew something was terribly wrong with her. That morning, my mother was nearly killed in a car accident. From that point on, I have had several premonitions when something is about to go terribly wrong.
There was no one to turn to for help in understanding what was going on with me. To this day I still blame myself when I do receive a premonition and someone dies. It brings an overwhelming sense of guilt knowing someone is going to die and you cannot stop it.