When I was young, my mother said that I used to scare her as I would talk to people that weren't there, and describe them to her as if I were looking at the person.
As I grew older, I began to see shadows and get feelings that weren't mine. I thought that I was going crazy. Going into certain buildings and walking certain routes began to scare me as I could feel the mood that was suffered in the area.
Suddenly, I began to see the full figure of a boy I knew that died when we were young. It wasn't that he was in the room, but I could see his face in my mind and I could feel his sadness. This happened out of nowhere. A couple of weeks after he started to appear to me, a lady stopped by in my town. She told me that she was a medium and asked who the young boy following me was. She gave me advice on how to help his spirit. After taking her advice, I never saw him again.
One night in bed, I felt a choking sensation in my sleep, I opened my eyes to realize that I couldn't breathe when a young toddler boy dressed in white with curly brown hair and huge eyes came to comfort me. He rubbed my neck and told me he was helping me. I thought I was dreaming but when I opened my eyes, my sister was there crying as I had stopped breathing for a minute and she was helpless.
I started seeing images of a man in my head and he was telling me that he was afraid to leave as he had been a bad person and needed to live to change his life. Many days later, I saw his photo on the local paper, he had died of a heart attack alone at home and had been there for many days before he was found.
These are just three of my experiences, probably my three worst ones. At first I thought that I was truly going crazy, but now I think that I may have a gift and I am just not yet skilled enough to use it for the good of others?