I don't know what's exactly happening to me. All I know is that I have powers of the psychic sort. I'll give more stories on my experiences with these powers but for now I want to talk about my paranormal experiences.
Well ever since I was little I've enjoyed watching shows on the paranormal. Oddly enough they didn't scare me and, I was still only five. As I grew I would always feel like I'm not alone. In fact I feel it now as I'm typing. It's like I feel a presence that is unthinkable. In the past when I feel this I'll here voices. Not out loud but in my head. Sound crazy? Because every time I here them I think I am.
One day while I was doing my homework I needed a pencil. I hadn't even started looking when I heard a voice saying to walk into the Game Room. I thought at first that it might be my subconscious. Or maybe somehow I was fooling myself into thinking it was another voice? I don't know. I followed the orders. They told me to go to the drawer on the file cabinet. I did so. Open it they said. I did and sure enough there was a pencil lying there. And there was only one.
Sometimes when I go to other houses I feel odd presences. Like when I thought we were moving my parents and I went to check out a house. It was really cool and for awhile we thought we might move there. But I didn't like it. It felt strange. There was also a garage in the back that had an upstairs. It was really old. When we went inside I kept hearing creaks. My mom said because it was old. Of coarse that's simple enough to say and I believed her. I shouldn't have. When we went upstairs I saw shadows moving. Not ours, and I'm sure of that. They came towards me and I swear to God I saw eyes peering from behind the corner.
I don't know what's wrong with me. Do I have a gift? Or a curse?