The day I was born, an Angel came down and blessed me with a gift. The gift that I can talk to those among their realm. The first time I did something wrong or evil, it would be taken away. That same day, I was cursed by a Devil. A curse where I had to also talk to the Evil things. That would never go away. Those carried me to who I am today. In a mental hospital. Are you wondering why? Well here is my story.
My mother always believed in me, because she died at childbirth. I would always talk to her, and her other passed friends. She talked about her past and she warned me about my father, who would never believe me.
"Never tell anyone," she told me. By then, I was about 10 years of age. But what people say is true. Kids never listen, so I told my father. He threw his hands in the air and screamed, "You are too much like your mother. She believed to many odd things, of gh
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They Call Me Crazy
ParanormalThis story is about a girl who is named Kristen Glen. She claims she can talk to the dead, and has shoulder angels. She is taken into a mental hospital and needs help from the other side to escape.
