I have always been a little different then other people. While most kids were worrying about being popular and fitting in I was always worrying about my next experience. When I was about five or six years old my parents decided it was time I moved into a separate bedroom from the room I had always shared with my brother. It was about that time my experiences started.
My first night in my new room I remember getting this strong smell of smoke which was coming from my closet. I told my mom and she searched the room but she didn't smell the smoke and she couldn't find a source. She put me back to bed and told me I was just nervous. Growing up I would receive that smoke smell and after the first fifteen times of smelling them and my mom being unable to do anything to stop it I started to ignore them.
Smoke became normal for me to smell. I didn't understand it but it didn't bother me, the not knowing. Then when I was about eleven it changed from just smoke coming from my closet. I also began smelling it before my mom burnt dinner. I also was able to smell it from across the room if my mom had lit a simple candle or a family member had lit a cigarette. I didn't even have to be in the same room for it to happen either. I could be upstairs and the smell would somehow reach me.
About this time it changed from just smelling smoke to smelling other things too. Sometimes my sense of smell would be so strong it was almost overwhelming. I could smell the slightest change in temperature. If a storm was coming I could smell it. Body Odor became so distinctive I could close my eyes and still be able to tell who was around me just by smell. I hated being in a crowd so I backed away from my friends and began to hang out by myself. School became a chore for me. I never knew when my sense of smell would drastically increase and I was always afraid of it.
It kind of scared me to say the least. Then when I was thirteen years old my house was struck by lightning and caught fire. I wasn't home but when I found out, I almost flipped out. The lightning had hit my bedroom closet and it was my room that was destroyed before the fire department had been able to put it out.
The next time I entered that house I understood the smoke smell in a strange way. It freaked me out. Around that same time my sudden smelling outbursts or whatever you want to call them stopped. The smoke smell stopped and it only happened once since then and it was when we moved into our new house.
I was freaking out after what had happened to our old house, so sure that this house would have the same thing happen to it. That was before my mom discovered that the original house that had been on the land we now lived on had burnt down in a lightning fire two or three decades before.
Can somebody tell me if this is a psychic ability or is it something else? I don't know what it is. I'm afraid my mom would laugh at me if I told her the truth even though she herself is a psychic.