The site has been down for a while, so this is a build-up of events, to be honest, and therefore all the events may not be related. I've been stumbling across the paranormal since I was ten. Last year I broke up with my boyfriend Oliver, and didn't speak to him much. Hang on to this, because it will become significant in a while. This paragraph is just to clear some things up, so on to the story.
My parents died when I was three years old in an earthquake, and I've been living with my aunt ever since. For not too long ago, I realized that my mother likes lingering in my room. I didn't notice this until Oliver told me. She usually just stands in a corner watching me, and pets my hair at night. Once I decided to test the theory, and lit a candle for my mother, like I sometimes do, and while talking to her, telling her about my life, I checked my compass. The point went mad and started turning really fast, the only direction being East.
One night I was feeling uneasy, and I was texting my friend Sasha, who had promised to stay up with me all night, if necessary. Right after I texted him "Sasha, I'm scared...", I blacked out. In the morning Sasha had tried texting me three times, and I texted him back to tell him I was okay. Later he told me that he had also tried calling me when I suddenly stopped answering. I thought this was weird, and told him that I would check my list of missed calls. He frowned, and said that it wasn't a missed call. This made me go all cold, and I asked him to explain what he meant. Someone had answered my phone, but the only sound audible was a crackling noise, then they had hung up. The same morning I noticed a big scar that leapt across my ankle (I have photographic proof, if you wish to see it, email me). Now, I knew the only person who could help me was Oliver, because he is very good at communicating with the dead, so I called him, while crying my eyes out.
Now, every time something happens that I cannot control, I call Oliver and my friend Izzie, and they come over to fix it. Last week, Izzie and I decided to have a picnick on the meadow near my house, and sat talking for a while. After about half an hour, Izzie tugged on my arm in panic, when we saw an angry man crawling towards us. When he was about five meters away, he stopped. Izzie got scared, and we decided to walk away. He began following us, but vanished when we reached the park. We sat by the swings, when Izzie told me to look at the corner of the swings. There stood a girl, approximately 7 years old, crying. Then I saw a scene of the girl getting killed in my head, and we found out her name was Angelica. The angry man was her father.
The day after, we asked Oliver to come and confirm the story, and he saw the same, but asked us to keep away from the windows. The angry man was looking for us, and his mood had worsened since the previous day. Eventually he found us, and I passed out shortly after that. When I woke up, I remembered nothing, and Oliver told me what had happened, and that Angelica and the father had finally found peace.
There is more to the story, but I'll leave it for another post. Thank you for reading. If anyone knows why they follow me, please enlighten.