First things first. I'm a teenage medium; meaning I speak to ghosts. Sometimes I do it for people who want to speak to deceased loved ones, but I try to stay away from that because the first time I did it, it took me a year and a half to get rid of the guy. Usually, though, I do it because they need help or something.
But the thing is, I've been getting a lot less visits from "normal", we-just-want-to-talk ghosts and more from this blonde guy named Michael. He's scared away my friends (I'm a reclusive teen, so yes, spirits) and become really protective, even to the point of throwing things at my girlfriend. He doesn't call me by my name, but rather Victoria or other things. Claiming that it was my name we were "lovers". When I asked when we were, or to provide me with proof, he would give me a date. 11-05-1788.
When I was little, and even now, I would dream about those numbers. Literally, all the time.
Just wondering what I should do. It's really amazing that I was able to write this without him crashing my computer, or me passing out from the pain. He has figured out how to get past my "walls", the imaginary barrier in my mind that keeps the crazy spirits out. And he's started making me feel like somethings pressing on my brain or stomach or throat to the point where I feel physically sick. Please help, I miss John and Ives and even Sarah. I'm worried for them; the word limbo comes to mind...
I'm not crazy. There's nothing wrong with my brain. Trust me. Sometimes I wish it was a disease or tumor. But it's not, so please don't accuse me of it.
I'd like your help,