when i was six, i asked my mom for the first time, about what the shadow on the face of our neighboor was all about. she looked at me strangely, took a short sight at the lady across the street and then shook her head and left my question hanging. however, i‘ve watched that woman every day ever since then. i was a child, you know. curious about what was all of this about; she wasn‘t any different in other ways. she was just a creepy lady always yelling at us to leave her front yard alone. i soon became to figure that she was living alone in that creepy house. and one day she disappeared. like, in thin air, you know? but nobody seemed to bother, except for me. but i was a kid back then, imagination and imaginary friends or imagining stuff were okay for me.

things started to get more serious when i entered elementary school. i was naive, i could say, that i went to a girl with a shadow above her and asked her what‘s it. she looked at me with that confused, scared look and then started crying; soon after she ran away and never spoke a word to me anymore. and so did not other children, that were staring at me like i‘d be a ghost of some sorts; it was quite unusual. and i didn‘t know what was all of these about. when i explained these at home once again on my thirteenth birthday, when nobody came to celebrate it with me. i made my mother cry that day. it was the first time i ever saw her cry. and i was confused; why was she crying?


i was put into the mental hospital for children for a few months, until they came to the conclusion that there was nothing exactly wrong with me. but truth to be told, i've just shut my systems down. i didn't intend to argue. and i've wanted to make my mom happy. at first i‘ve thought it‘s just some weird system created in my head, so i was able to see things that i shouldn‘t have or whatever really. i threw into studies of it, until i came to the final conclusion; i was either crazy indeed, or others were blind. of course i thought the least one, while everyone around me would say the exact opposite.

so now i'm what? a freak with a degree for astrophysics. my hobby is studying the supernatural incidents that happen here. secretly, of course, but i still do. if my mother would get to know this, she'd probably chop my head off; but in all honesty, i think she'd react the right way. she just worries, i know. but her worry won't stop me, right? i shouldn't stop me, really.

millenia, 21, too much to handle, hi! be nice to me pls