Let's see. I guess I've always had some sort of experiences throughout my life. (I was told to call them experiences so I felt a bit better) there were always dark men following me. Reflections that weren't me. I could always talk to the dead. I would see ghosts of loved ones. One of my best friends mothers had died when she was rather young. When I was around her I could only imagine one thing. A navy blue three quarter length sleeve shirt. Big 80's hair. And stripped capris. Well come to find out that was her moms high school year book outfit.
updated by @morgan2: 07/04/17 01:04:51AM