The Diary Of A 14 Year Old Psychic

Hi, my name is Ellie, I am a 14 year old psychic and this is my story. I remember when I was younger, my grandmother had dreams that would come true eventually. She would know something 6 or 7 years before it happened, and we knew what was going on. My grandmother was a dream psychic. Now, I use the term dream psychic very loosely since I haven't researched it well enough, but I knew she had images of events placed in her mind during her dreams. Apparently, her ability skipped a generation because I got it.

When I turned 13, I started getting very strange deja vu feelings, and they were powerful. I would start having headaches and have to lie down. My friend told me she thinks I might have an untouched ability, so I started writing down everything that popped into my head when I was sleeping.

After 6 months, I had a dream where a car drew off a cliff. I knew it would never happen, so I ignored it, but in late december a friend of mine committed suicide, by driving off a cliff. Then things started to get very strange, I started getting more and more feelings and intuitions, while the dreams kept coming. I remember my grandma started to notice it when I got up to go get the phone when it hadn't even rung yet, or I knew who would be calling without looking at the caller ID. Or the time where I could just know what time it was, with no clock, no certain way of telling. I didn't even know how I knew, things just popped into my head.

It started becoming more serious when I realized that I understood the exact feeling and thoughts of people around me, and if there were too many angered thoughts, I would start screaming in havacs because I got terrible headaches. My first experience of hearing people's thoughts was in history. I would start getting random thoughts in my head, "Is this the right answer? Maybe I could cheat off her? I hate this test! This was so easy!" It scared me because they weren't my words or thoughts. And then I started shaking horribly from everyone thinking. I learned how to control it later by blocking out certain people, or focusing on my thoughts through meditation, but that didn't lead me to live a normal life. My friends knew about it. They didn't think it was freaky at all, even one of them admitted to having certain areas of her life be a little supernatural in a sense, but everyone else thought I was psychotic.

I would go around the hallway, and once I heard a kid yell that he couldn't remember his locker combination. I yelled it out to him, not even knowing how it got into my head, and he said, how did you know that I was thinking that? It would get weirder every passing day.

The worst part is having the supernatural experience. I've only had two in the past, and the first one freaks me out the most. My friend who passed happened to be very close to me, and one night I was just crying. I couldn't even tell anyone how I felt because it was all these mixed emotions. Then when I was in my bed, I felt air past my shoulder. The window wasn't opened, nor was the air conditioning on. Then I felt whispers and shivers ran through my spine. I started experiencing headaches like never before, and crying hard, and then I realized I must be communicating with someone. I stopped and tried to push past the headaches. And I instantly just knew who it was. It was like I could have a conversation in my mind with my friend. I knew it had to be him, and I just were getting these words and voices popping in my head. I don't think anyone can understand how it feels like to be talking to a ghost of a friend. You can't see them, only feel them, and you can't talk to them physically, but with your mind, you can and you just know.

That's all I really can say since then, I just instantly had a blackout. The next day, I was in the hospital while my aunt was explaining to me I had a stress attack and fainted.

My second experience was in a cabin up in yosemite with my friends, we were sleeping and suddenly I heard voices and breathing. I couldn't understand the voices, all I understood was the the screams, and I instantly had a shiver up my spine. I walked outside, and to my other friends cabin and started talking to him about it.

I did not understand the people, but I instantly knew it was a memory. I remember hearing the scream, a dozen images flashed passed by my head, and I quickly wrote down each one.

Suddenly, I was writing words and dates, and names, and then I realized, I was writing what happened in Yosemite along time ago to Native American Indians. A long time ago in Yosemite, an ancient tribe called the Ah-wah-nee'-chee tribe grew berries and made their food at pounding stones in a place where the two glaciers formed. White settlers didn't want them there so they stormed in that area, looking for Ah-wah-nee'-chees. But they all tried to hide in caves. All of them were found and slaughtered, some at El Capitan. But that scream, sent chills down my spine, because I knew, I just had a feeling it was of a women bearing a baby.

After my friend calmed down, I slept in his bed, with him watching me. It helped, but that memory will never be calmed down.

I wish I knew what to expect being a psychic. I live with it now by doing research on the internet, but otherwise I have no one to relate to. It's a scary feeling of having a sixth sense to you that's opened. No one seems to understand or realize that every night I'm scared to go to sleep, because I don't want to speak to ghosts or listen to memories.

I try to deal with it.