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Author: Rachel
for hurting his little girl.
Inside I felt a little happy to hear those words, however I’d never wish him dead of course not but I did wish he would have more pain inflicted on him so he could almost feel how I was feeling inside at that time.
As I lied on my bed trying to console myself I could hear a whispering voice, I got up thinking I had knocked the TV on by leaning on the remote but the TV was off, I didn’t really think anything of it and lied back down.
I again heard the whisper and there was a slight chill in the air. I got up to check the windows but it was closed so I thought that maybe it was my mum and dad downstairs but then the whisper seemed close and my window frosted over as if a cold winter loomed outside. That wasn’t normal surely, it was warm and summer time as it was bank holiday weekend, I felt confused and slightly scared. I backed away from the window as the whisper then became a voice.
“We’re coming for you, we need you” the voice echoed in my room.
I looked around and saw no-one and as I tried to leave my bedroom door was stuck where it had frozen shut, I now felt like I was standing in an ice-cave, it was freezing and the cold air consumed the entire room.
I could feel my heart pounding and as I looked around several ghostly images or people appeared and seemed to reach out to me with one arm. Without thinking I let out a terrifying scream that caused my dad to run up the stairs and kick my door down.
Shaking and terrified I explained what I saw but as the words came out of my mouth I realised how stupid I sounded. Both my parent’s looked at each-other and then looked at me.
“What? What is it?” I asked them worryingly.
They took a deep breath and my mother turned to me, she looked so scared “It’s happening again.”
When I looked at her face all those memories came flooding back, like flash images of a video playing in my mind, I knew then that this sort of thing had happened before and from that moment in my life the ghosts never ever went away, in-fact they became worse, what my future would lead me to would be one of the most terrifying experiences anyone would ever go through.
CHAPTER 4
I was now seventeen and in that past year that had gone I had seen countless ghosts, been terrified to my very core and had rediscovered my ability.
My parent’s wanted to have me hypnotised again but I refused, I had blocked all this out before but when that dickhead hurt me and my heart was broken, all of my inner defences shut down, all those walls she had built in my mind fell over and I didn’t want them to go back up.
It wasn’t because I wanted to see these dead people because believe me I didn’t, but I didn’t want to forget about this to then have something bad happen to me to then remember again and have the same experience as before, it would be a never ending cycle.
I would rather know what I can do and be prepared as much as I could, so I carried on seeing them regularly but done my best to avoid talking to or acknowledging them. I had hoped that they would get the message that although I could see them, and they quite clearly knew that, that there was nothing I could do to help and I had hoped that they would eventually go away and leave me the fuck alone, but no, it was never ever going to be that easy, they wanted my help and one day they would get it, I just didn't know that then.
I was at college now and I was studying history and child-care. I wanted to be a teacher or something to do with kids, I loved them and one day I planned to have at least two, being an only child all this time I didn’t want to have just the one as I knew how lonely this could be.
I had, had a few boyfriends and it must have been a bad habit of mine as I tended to pick the assholes, the boy with the bad-boy image. I started to think that all guys were the same, a huge bunch of
Inside I felt a little happy to hear those words, however I’d never wish him dead of course not but I did wish he would have more pain inflicted on him so he could almost feel how I was feeling inside at that time.
As I lied on my bed trying to console myself I could hear a whispering voice, I got up thinking I had knocked the TV on by leaning on the remote but the TV was off, I didn’t really think anything of it and lied back down.
I again heard the whisper and there was a slight chill in the air. I got up to check the windows but it was closed so I thought that maybe it was my mum and dad downstairs but then the whisper seemed close and my window frosted over as if a cold winter loomed outside. That wasn’t normal surely, it was warm and summer time as it was bank holiday weekend, I felt confused and slightly scared. I backed away from the window as the whisper then became a voice.
“We’re coming for you, we need you” the voice echoed in my room.
I looked around and saw no-one and as I tried to leave my bedroom door was stuck where it had frozen shut, I now felt like I was standing in an ice-cave, it was freezing and the cold air consumed the entire room.
I could feel my heart pounding and as I looked around several ghostly images or people appeared and seemed to reach out to me with one arm. Without thinking I let out a terrifying scream that caused my dad to run up the stairs and kick my door down.
Shaking and terrified I explained what I saw but as the words came out of my mouth I realised how stupid I sounded. Both my parent’s looked at each-other and then looked at me.
“What? What is it?” I asked them worryingly.
They took a deep breath and my mother turned to me, she looked so scared “It’s happening again.”
When I looked at her face all those memories came flooding back, like flash images of a video playing in my mind, I knew then that this sort of thing had happened before and from that moment in my life the ghosts never ever went away, in-fact they became worse, what my future would lead me to would be one of the most terrifying experiences anyone would ever go through.
CHAPTER 4
I was now seventeen and in that past year that had gone I had seen countless ghosts, been terrified to my very core and had rediscovered my ability.
My parent’s wanted to have me hypnotised again but I refused, I had blocked all this out before but when that dickhead hurt me and my heart was broken, all of my inner defences shut down, all those walls she had built in my mind fell over and I didn’t want them to go back up.
It wasn’t because I wanted to see these dead people because believe me I didn’t, but I didn’t want to forget about this to then have something bad happen to me to then remember again and have the same experience as before, it would be a never ending cycle.
I would rather know what I can do and be prepared as much as I could, so I carried on seeing them regularly but done my best to avoid talking to or acknowledging them. I had hoped that they would get the message that although I could see them, and they quite clearly knew that, that there was nothing I could do to help and I had hoped that they would eventually go away and leave me the fuck alone, but no, it was never ever going to be that easy, they wanted my help and one day they would get it, I just didn't know that then.
I was at college now and I was studying history and child-care. I wanted to be a teacher or something to do with kids, I loved them and one day I planned to have at least two, being an only child all this time I didn’t want to have just the one as I knew how lonely this could be.
I had, had a few boyfriends and it must have been a bad habit of mine as I tended to pick the assholes, the boy with the bad-boy image. I started to think that all guys were the same, a huge bunch of
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