Well, I’m once again back here, sharing my stories, I have one other story on here, called “Growing Up With A Ghost For A Best Friend” you may, or may not have read it. Or not. But the point in me being back is, I can see them again. I don’t know how but I have a fair idea.
I’m 16 now, and no longer living with my mum, I’m living with my dad. But before I moved, my mum asked if I would do the Ouija board with her, I agreed and we got a few ghosts to talk to us.
One in particular told me the reason I couldn’t see the ghosts anymore was because I was scared, not on the face of it all, but deep down. I knew it was right. How could it not be, but I was told I’m more fearless in a way now, and if I prove I can take …