Tonight, I give the demon what he wants.
Don't really know how though....
As y'all will be able to see from my Dance story, I'm in a pretty big pickle with a few friends from the ahh, other side.
You see, I can talk to the dead. And the undead. And the non-dead. Also the half dead. The un-born (it's hard to be around pregnant women..) and any other non living creatures regular humans have no means of communicating with.
I bet you've all heard stories about ghost summoners, or seen "Mediums" on TV.
Well, that's not really how we are.
We're like you,
But with, you know, demons.
It's not like we're Satan worshipers. I mean lots of demons aren't half bad. We live life just how you do, just along side the paranormal.

I wasn't born with these powers, I absorbed them.
Like, literally.
My cousin, there was always something off about her. Something dark, and I was obsessed with it.
We tried to make some deals with Demons, and long story short she's in Quantom Parallel Illusion form now.
Basically, space mist.
Since powers of any sort, like everyone at Psy High has, aren't biological features, it was left in my cousins physical place. The OPI version of her does not possess them any longer.

I was shocked at first, didn't know she really had POWERS or anything.
But, I picked them up.
A darkness took over me that I'll never be able to describe.
And now I'm here.

I instantly noticed changes, I could sense bioelectricity (the controllable energy of living creatures) instantly. This was a faint change, for sense I lacked the ability to actually control it the bioelectricity was not very out-there.
But what I could sense was the Shell of it.
Places where there was none, and I mean NONE of it. Nothing.
Sense the air is filled of living particles, even the air has a bit of bioelectricity.
But not in these spaces.
That meant something was there.
It wasn't long before I began to...SEE these spaces. They were featureless, but there. Like people in the room. I soon realized it wasn't often that I was alone.

This is around the time Psych High began to notice me. I think an agent saw me staring too hard at an empty space in the park, he approached me and I ran.
That night, they called.

"We can show you how to use this gift,"
They had said.
"come, there are others like you."

I was worried, at first, but I knew I could trust them.
So, I'm here.

I still see the spaces, and I can talk to the paranormal easily using methods like Ouija boards. They tell me these "spaces" will start to appear as real, recognizable ghosts as my gift matures.
That's what they call it. A gift, not a power. Not a curse.

Strange, right?

Anyway, I'm sure everything will be fine in time.
I'm not as developed as the other Paranormal Seers, so I have been having trouble making friends and fitting in.
If anyone out there is reading this and gets what I'm going through (the talking to ghosts or the lonely part) feel free to reply to this journal, I could use some company.

I promise I won't pull you into some demon summoning party or anything.

Who am I kidding... I can't promise anything.

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Hi. I'm kind of new here, and I don't have any friends yet. I'm not quite sure what my power is yet, but I know something about me is "different". I'm not very picky about who I'm friends with, and I'm kind of lonely. Would you be a friend of mine?