I was 10 years old, in fourth grade. I awoke with a chill on my feet. Moved a bit to warm myself up, but it didn't work. I sat up and looked in front of me. There I saw a shadowed figure, the felt and saw the presence of a man. The energy I got from him was sorrow. I was petrified from fear, and masked by sadness. I looked back at the end of my bed and he was gone. I still see Jonathon to this day, and I picked up more information about him. As long as I've see him, and as long as I've known of him. I'm still terrified by him.
Along the years, I was a little confused, I was thinking whether I should tell my mom or not. I haven't told anyone about my ability. No friends, no family. I'm 14 years old, and I've been hiding this for the longest time. And I don't know when I should tell someone about Jonathon, and my secret. But after a while you get tired of being alone, and isolated, and want to expand your gift with the people you're meant to be close with. But I can't do that, unfortunately.
All this time, since three or four years old, I was questioning my own sanity. And the last thing I want is to tell my family and have them think the same.
So basically, Jonathon keeps tormenting me, along with other spirits I occasionally see. And I have a hard time with self-acceptance.
Do you think that any of you can help me deal with my issues and my so called "gift"?
Any books out there that I can read?