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Becky The Guardian Angel

I was at my cousin Becky's funeral. I was standing by her casket petrified while everyone else was in the back of the room by the sign-in. I was just staring at her pale face when I heard someone whisper, "Ryan". It sounded like my cousin Becky but... How could she whisper shout to me if she was in front of my face dead in a casket? I turned around, there was no one near me the only thing that had moved was the stuffed Kermit the Frog on a stool (she loved the Muppets).

About a month after the funeral, I was in social studies reading the book when someone started playing with my hair. I hate people playing with my hair. But anyway, I didn't think much of it. I just thought it was the girl behind my seat. The hair playing continued until I turned around and asked the girl behind me why she was playing with my hair and she said she hadn't turned around. Then I realized she couldn't have done it because she is like a yard away from me. That's when I thought it was Becky because she loved hair, jewelry, clothes, and etc.

Becky still contacts me today when I'm aimlessly asking questions to the air and saying knock over this jewelry if yes or move this string if yes. She once made my phone glide gently to the floor when my friend was in the room alone with the cell phone and her apparently.

I've been told that I'm a medium because I could here Becky after she died. You can tell me what that means in the comments because I'm still pretty confused as to how I can hear that kind of stuff and on rare occasions see that kind of stuff. Let me know.