The First Time.
Ever since I can remember I have been a little different than most other kids. I could never explain it but I felt things and even scarier was when I saw things. My mom always brushed it off by saying that I was a lot like my Great Grandfather.
I found out when I was a lot older that my Great Grandfather was a man of darkness. He had the most beautiful blue eyes my mom says but he was a very cold man. Coming from a Spanish background my Ancestors were of the original Conquistadores (Conquerors.)
I am not sure if my mom referred me to my Great Grandfather for that reason. I remember the first time it happened. I must of been about 8 yrs. old. My cousin had just passed away from a brain tumor. We had a viewing for her it was the first time that I had ever seen someone dead.
Well that night my life changed and it’s never been the same again! Remembering it like it was yesterday. I could see myself laying there and my cousin next to me. It was like watching a video. Of myself I could see my family. The next day I was so sick.That’s how they first started for me.
As I got older they got worse and other things started happening. I remember seeing another one of my cousins being stabbed I remember telling my mom and Aunt the next day they found him stabbed to death . I was 13. My sister also had the Mirar. To see. I am not saying that I can fly or read your mind But I see things just a little different than most people. This is my truth and I will be writing more.
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My name is Schilo and you know who I am.