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Life of a psychic medium

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Ghosts and spirits have always been a mystery to people. Some are curious about it and some are scared of it. But what if we give people a fiction which mixes the reality of these things? It is journal of a psychic medium for all those who are curious of the unknown. (please take it as a fiction)
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Chapter 1 - Always there...

October 20,2024

I was probably 5 when I started noticing them and I was sure I wasn't the only one who noticed them...

Yes, I am talking about ghosts. I have met many people in my life and most of them never believed in ghosts. For the most of them, ghosts only existed in movies or fiction. And even if some believed in ghosts, they refused to believe that they could be anywhere. Even around us.

A human is dying naturally every minute as we speak, and that excluding the war and murders happening around the world,and if we include that many people are dying every minute. And certainly not each one is going to, what we like to call "Heaven" and "Hell". Soo many people are dying every minute and yet we are foolish enough to believe that the spirits of those couldn't be around us? We seriously believe that ghosts aren't around us??

"Hahaha such foolishness". I chuckled to myself.

Ofcourse others don't believe me when I say that tho. Others don't want to admit their foolishness. Or more precisely they don't want to admit the existence of the unknown. The existence of something beyond human comprehension. Humans have always feared what they can't explain, what they can't understand, what they can't see, what they can't control. Like a animal unknown, something we can't control, we can't understand, so we avoid it. Always. We would not admit but it is a fact that we have always feared the unknown or anything that could shine a light upon the unknown. We believe what we are taught, which is to avoid the unknown. We don't get out of our little comfort zone to venture into the unknown. And those who do dare to try understand the unknown, we loathe them. Afterall, the one who challenged the unknown were always forced to death. Humans have always been like this, most don't want to know the unknown, and those who do try to explore the unknown... Humans hate them and fear them. Because they know, if one dared to venture into the unknown, more will follow sooner or later. And thus they will have to accept this new addition, move out of their comfort zone. Something they don't want to do. So they try to make sure the majority doesn't listen to the braver of them. The one who has the courage to venture into the unknown.

Same thing happened to me.

As I said in the beginning, I was 5 when I started seeing them. Atleast that how much I remember it, my childhood memories are full of them. I was surrounded by them, I can always sense them, see them, out of the corner of my eyes. I can always tell that it IS always there but... Nobody believed me. They laughed at me because I was fearing something I have seen, experienced and they haven't. I don't blame them , they don't know how it feels. They don't know how it feels to know you are being watched. That you are being followed by, but you can't do anything about it. It feels horrifying but they wouldn't know. They can't know. And I hope they don't ever know, because once you do, you can never forget it. NEVER.

These things aren't mine to meddle with, I always told myself that but no matter what I do. No matter how I pray, in one way or other. It was ALWAYS there. So I ignored it. And luckily soon enough, I started getting used to it. Used to its presence and antics and touch. But that didn't mean it didn't scare me, because it DID scare me. Till this very date, no matter how used to I am to there... Presence. Cold sweat still drips my forehead whenever they come near.

These things, these multiple encounters with "them" have been buried deep into my chest for years but now I think I should write it down. Afterall, Paranormal is just a fiction for many. So I shall give it to you. A fiction through the eyes of a psychic medium.