My little sister is 12 years old. I want to get her help... She is psychic, more than my brother and me combined. She has always been a miracle - A little, calm, relaxed little angel. We always hoped she was normal. That she would be leading a normal existence, not filled with terror from her soon-to-be-real dreams. We tried to shield her from me and my brother's abilities. Too bad.
It started when she was four, just like me. A little girl, about six years old was talking to her. The little girl said her name was Anne. That her mother had just died and she was suffering from the illness that she was. She told my sister, 'I really want to be friends with someone. Can we be friends?' In my sister's mind, she thought, I like her. She seems nice!
As if the transparent girl had read her mind, her white, pale eyes opened. The girl smiled.
"Thank you...Ariana."
My sister, Ariana, smiled and said,
"I start preschool tomorrow. Can I go to bed, please?"
Anne disappeared. My sister drifted away.
"But Laura, I did see the little girl, I did become friends with her, I know she was as white as Mr. Fluffy!"
I told mom. My mother wrote it down. She didn't want Ari to be like me and Patrick. I didn't either. It wouldn't be good for her. I had been traumatized by my encounter with the mean old lady. Patrick had been bestowed with spirits seeking his help, however they could not communicate. Ari was lucky - A friendly ghost.
"Are you sure it wasn't a mean old lady?"
"Yes Laura! Leave me alone! I'm playing with Anne!"
I froze. Anne. Anne. It rang through my head. It wasn't a person to help you. I knew it. Could it really be the old lady? No, she's old. Anne is young...
Skip time about 5 years. Little Ariana is now a tween, and Anne is still her best friend. She has recently found out about spirit guides. From me. Ariana thinks Anne is her spirit guide. Sure. Ariana is developing her psychic abilities. Patrick is angry all the time from Anne. Anne is crying all night. I finally get angry at the crying from Anne that her mom is dead. In the middle of the night, I snap, "Anne! Go home!" We don't hear from her again. Then, my sister begins smelling unusual things, hearing, seeing! She also reads some people's minds, occasionally.
I am starting to believe that Ariana, Patrick and I are weird. Perhaps, we are some trio of some sort. Maybe, just maybe, we are a Psychic Trio, meant to help spread kindness, a love of nature, and protection from demons. Each psychic has a role. I have paired all of us with these traits. My sister is standing next to me as I type this. She is like a budding flower - beautiful, young, lively. I post this for her, as she is too young for her own account, and she is in need of help Patrick and I cannot provide. She needs to read from other, real psychics besides me. Now, she is twelve, and she is one of the most powerful, lively, and loving psychics you will ever meet. She is truly a gift from God, and no one can deny her from fulfilling a duty only very few can complete. Believe it or not, she is trying to set up a web site for Psychic Children, that you can be considered a Psychic Child if you are 17 and under. She really wants to help people, so they can open up, and help save us in 2012.
~Ariana
~Laura Alice
Afterword from Ariana - I really enjoy reading all of your stories. Please, please don't stop submitting!
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