Some people are "blessed" with the ability to see beings like yokai or demons. I don't view this ability as a blessing, I see it as a curse.
Most people with the ability aren't born with it, more often they just wake up one day and BAM they're having a panic attack because suddenly they can see their sleep paralysis demon while fully conscious.
When I gained my ability in middle school I didn't realize until I hopped on the bus. I was making my way to the back where I usually sat when a boy caught my eye - he was horribly disfigured. His neck seemed snapped, his eyes just empty voids, his skin rotting away and his fingers broken. He was extremely pale compared to our dark school uniforms. So naturally, I stared at him in silent terror and pretty quickly he realized "oh shit someone can actually see me for once" I could tell that's what went through his dead mind as he looked at me and unhinged his jaw. I thought I was staring death in the eye and honestly, I probably was so I panicked and said "that seat is so filthy what the hell" and scurried off to sit in my rightful seat, still in silent shock over what I had just witnessed.
Upon arriving at school I quickly realized this place was riddled with these things and the panic quickly ensued. I tried my best to act calm whenever I saw one because they would clearly try something if they realized I truly saw them and I was not in the mood for being attacked by creepy disjointed people or blobby grotesque demons.
Naturally, avoiding these entities resulted in me avoiding friends and classmates too. I'm pretty social so the isolation made me extremely depressed. I told my family I was being bullied relentlessly at school because I can't say "oh you know just the ghosts and such scaring me into isolation" they wouldn't believe that.
And so, they decided to send me away to live with my grandparents.
Moving was tough. I'd miss my family, I'd miss living in a village full of non-humans like me.
I was a complete outcast in my new school. No one spoke to me, people would make fun of me behind my back and worst of all, the ghosts were here too. I felt beyond helpless. I thought all hope was lost until one of the delinquents invited me to sit with their group. Desperate to not be alone anymore, I accepted the invite. I thought they'd just invited me to harass me. I thought they would be bad people but they weren't. They were kind and treated me like I was normal. And they were quite funny - deciding they wanted to make our prick principal's life a living hell.
I became one with this group. We'd cause lots of trouble from pouring glitter on computers to riding our bikes down to Chuck E. Cheese just to be loud, aggressive teens until we'd get threatened with a ban.
I opened up to our leader (who I've had a massive crush on since opening up to) about seeing ghosts. They gave me the idea of facing the ghosts with complete courage, assert my dominance by standing tall and staring them down. Which works on most entities unless they're stupid powerful. In that case it's flee for your life or fight it off with a blessed blade - which I keep a blessed knife on me at all times.
I still attend high school with my friends and we are still hard at work ruining the principal's life. People still look at me weird for not being human but that's okay.
