14 And A Scared Medium

I've only just started realizing about what I am, but I don't know how to do everything. When I was young (5) I use to cry out at night and when my mum came up I would shout at a man or woman who would be standing in my room, an invisible person. My mum narrowed it down to being over tired or 'night terrors '. I am 14 now and things have taken a serious change. The main time I see things are in my dreams. I have been dreaming about a woman, dark haired, thin lips and always wears blue eye shadow and a long pink nightgown. I had two dreams about her, and always woke up in a cold sweat afterwards.

The first dream, I was in my house and she walked past my bedroom so I got up to investigate and she was there, hanging above my banister on my landing. Then I looked underneath her and there was a mirror and my reflection changed to hers. The next day, I had another dream. I was being taken into a house. I didn't recognize the house but felt like I had been there before. I was lead by a ginger haired woman. She took me to the attic of the house and there was a table in the center with a sewing machine on it and a cat stood next to it. Then the room turned cold and I turned to go, but the woman was standing at the doorway, scary like a horror film. Then I woke up.

I told my best friend about my dreams and I described the women to her. She then said, "She sounds like my nana." I told her to bring a photograph of her nana to school the next day. It was her! I was terrified. I asked her if the dreams meant anything to her and she replied, "Well, my nana used to have a room with nothing in it apart from a wardrobe, sewing machine (which is on a table) and a chair." She also said her auntie was red headed and owned lots of cats. Her nana had died of lung cancer. We figured that this had to do with being hung. When you are being hung you can't breathe, her nana died because she couldn't breath.

Then things popped onto my, head; objects, names, a house and all its furnishings. My friend said that the house was her nanas, and that I described everything correctly.

One night I was listening to my music and thinking about things and I heard a voice in my head say, "I love her, tell her from Joan." So I did. My friend then burst out crying and said that was her nana's name. I learned how to open my mind and talk to the spirits. Joan came to me and apologized for scaring me. I talked to her and told Becky everything we said and now I don't here from Joan, unless I ask for her.

Lately, my 'powers' have been getting worse I will write them up in another story, I need help as things are beginning to scare me!