I was born with the ability that enables me to see and communicate with the dead. When I was
young, I told my mom about the things I saw. She simply smiled and told me that I have an
imaginative mind. As the years went by, I stopped telling her about the things I saw. I could
tell I made her worry a lot and I didnt want to risk getting myself sent to an asylum...
My whole life I despised this "gift" and ignored every ghost I encountered. I would act as if
I don't see or hear them, then they eventually leave. But one day, one ghost wouldn't leave
me alone no matter how much I ignored him. He pestered me and followed me to school. He
