Hi Diary!
Collage was a drag today, my dream to be a children's nurse seems to be only a dream. It is hard to concentrate when there are voices whispering in the background. I did as well as I could in school but the voices seem to be getting louder. I am not sleeping very well at night either.
The college building is old and I believe it was built during the 18th century perhaps. Since the day I started the building was filled with lots of children clothes in old styled clothes. My first day I spent most the day frowning at them when one realised I could infact see them. That when the nightmare started for me. The realisation that i was a source of communication, a new face to haunt, they began to cry to me all at once. One boy has always stood out however and he told me his name was Jimmy. He doesn't cry or scream and his face has no desperation.
He always looks tired with dark shadows under his eyes. He speaks as though he's a lot older than what he really is. His hair is a blonde mop of mess and he has green eyes, sometimes they are blood shot. I've noticed a dark shadow follows him, he's not like any of the others, he's differentin some way.
The hat man continues to follow me. He just stands at the end of my bed, he follows me around. I decided to ask who he was today and he just turned and walked away. He doesn't follow me to college though, he usually just sticks around when I am at home, he looks sad. He always looks sad. I almost feel sorry for him, an inner need to find out who he is niggles at me daily. In some ways he has become a silent friend over the years, a person I can talk to without judgment.
As a child I was builled for seeing dead people, often kids would taunt me and push me in the playground. I found myself turning to the hat man more and more through life. I have never had any strong friendships, i was always too weird so I have to seek support from somewhere. Ocassionaly the hat man may give a glimmer of a soft smile for reassurance but he mainly contiues to look miserable.
My life has never been perfect but I do have two loving parents. They wish great things of me and always support me. My mother love to bake and my father loves music. I haven't any talents, I have never been able to concentrate hard enough to really enjoy anything. The ghosts are distracting. It's hard being me.
Frankey
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Dear Diary Book 1
ParanormalFrankey has been open to the paranormal world for some time. They would often speak to her and request her to speak to living relatives. She went to school and she came home to loving parents. She enjoyed life. Then one day she saw a little boy who...
