I've been able to see ghosts since I was little but it started when my grandfather died when I was little. He had always played with me and hugged me when I cried so when he died I was devastated. But when I first started to see him and communicate with him, I just thought it was because I was sad and I couldn't understand why. Of course, I got used to it and he was my playmate who no-one else saw.
I don't really know why I see them, I guess it's cause ghosts strive on negative and/or psychic emotions... I have, unfortunately experienced a lot of death and hardship in my life.
When I turned 7 or 8, my ability to see ghosts was gone and so was my grandfather but I could still feel and smell them instead it was replaced with clairvoyance and deja vu. I could see what was going to happen in my dreams and of course it frightened me when it first came true but I got used to it.
Only a few people know of my "gifts" and they feel sorry for me but it's normal for me, sometimes I just want to switch it off and live a normal life but then it would be lonely and boring.
Back to my turn off of my ghost sights, I'm now 18 and just recently I've been able to see them again. But I'm seeing too many and getting so depressed. I have been feeling sad recently and a few close friends died earlier this year. To me it proves that their deaths have hit me harder than I dare to show or know.
Also, I recently learned that my little sister can sense ghosts too and I'm helping her.
Onto a ghost story now.
I have lived in my current house with my family for nearly 4 years now and it's been far from ordinary for sights. I found that a family of three had been murdered there over 200 years ago. I looked at the house history and it had them listed as "missing". But from what I see here is that is far from the truth.
I see blood coming from the cellar/basement, hear screams from the garden and smell smoke in the living room... 200 years ago a man murdered his family in my house with no apparent reason. He tortured and murdered his wife in the basement/cellar and then went into the garden, tortured, raped and murdered his young daughter, Victoria.
Now what scared me when I discovered this and also began to see the ghosts in the house and garden is that the young Victoria looks exactly like my little sister and also has the same name. I love my little sister dearly.
I won't tell you all the details I know of what happened in my house or else this story will go on for way too long.
Just last week I met a young boy ghost when I was walking home with my little sister. He was a malevolent ghost at first, I even had a "vision" that he was going to push her over the bridge we were going across (it's a bridge over an old train track near where we live). But luckily somehow he recognized my sister... It seems he knew Victoria (the little girl I mentioned earlier) while they were still alive. He was a friendly ghost afterwards and nearly scared me to death when he jumped out of a hiding space. What is saddening is how he died, he was walking home when an older boy pushed him over the side of the bridge and he broke his neck.
If you want to know more about my experiences, just ask.
Thanks for reading
Louise
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