I'm not normal, never clamed to be. Never was the perfect child no matter how hard I tried to be. Just couldn't fit in with the other kids and I don't know why. I'm just different cause I was born with a unique gift with the ability to communicate with the dead. Not talking about no necromancy mess. Nah I'm talking about souls reaching out to me for some kind of mission. I don't know what it is. Whenever I ask, they leave. Whenever I dream, it ends. I never get the real answers!
You all might think I am crazy but I ain't crazy cause if I was would I have been able to kill my father in the way that I did? You don't know the amount of planning I did leading up to the day I took his life. You don't! Cause you don't know my story! And you don;t know me. But you will. Oh, yes, you will :)
You know why? Cause I wrote all down. Every last action that took place that day.

Check it out right here >>>
https://www.wattpad.com/story/301710509-i-hated-him-so-i-killed-him


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My name is Kaley. 17 years old, love to write thriller, creepypastas and horror stuff. You will find a lot of that on my profile.