Im not Crazy

    I always had sleeping problems as a kid.The shadows on the walls kept me up, and the voices of the dead whispered into my ear begging for help, trying to take over my body. At 12 my mom tried to take to me to therapy. She never once called me crazy,but i knew deep down she never never believed anything i said....nobody did. I stopped talking,but i decided to share my story in hopes that somebody might read it. I remember it started when i was eight i was playing with my toy cars making them crash on to one another..i loved them. When i looked up i saw a little boy sitting across from me. His name was Timothy, he wore overalls, black converse and brown pale hair. He just sat their and stared and sometimes he'd play with me. When he finally spoke he told me his name. For some reason when he spoke my heart dropped and i felt sad.I really dont know why.We played allot and visited me allot. My mom assumed it was just an imaginary friend, but after 13 and i went on with the same story about Timothy? Well thats when she got concerned.Sometimes Timothy would do bad things break and misplace things, i would always get the blame. I feel like through out the years He got stronger. Perhaps hes feeding off my energy?I cant say ..to them im crazy.

     Timothy Would whisper into my ear he'd say "DO IT DO IT...KILL THEMMM..." i would yell NO and hoped he went away. Thats probably the very few times my mom ever heard me talk. Sometimes Timothy would bring other spirits along with him, and they would bother me some more. At points they would ask for help.Timothy wasn't good...he was a demon and as a child he'd fool me.I still go to therapy from time to time because of my mom, but i never talk. Im silent....i talked one time and they prescribed medication and all it did was keep me even more awake. I saw even more things and im sure it was more then what i ever encountered before.

      Im used to it now, and today after i tell my story i think im going talk to my mom other then yelling at night. I learned that its a part of life and that im not going to let them ruin the rest of my life. Im a Medium, i learned that by doing some research on Google over the years. It could be a beautiful gift, and i hope i learn to control it. Timothy....i hope i stop seeing him and i hope the other ghosts leave me alone.....at least for awhile. I know you all think im crazy but im not. Today im going to stop attending therapy you cant cure me, you cant fix me. Here is my story ....im ready to talk now.