Prolong
Intro
I've always been a medium. I've seen spirits or ghosts all my life. When I was younger, I used to interact with them all the time, and since I was a kid, people just thought I had an imaginary friend. But as I got older, my parents got concerned and took me to see a doctor after doctor after doctor, but apparently there was nothing wrong with me. Soon after that, my mom got diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and passed, and not too far from that, my father killed himself, so it left me…and I just…stopped talking— not just to the ghosts but at all. I was about 7 I think.
I moved from foster home to foster home, family to family, school to school, until I was 15 that when I stayed in my final home until I was 18 they moved me out and shipped me to college. I live in a small apartment off campus now, and I still see ghosts, but it’s kinda an unspoken agreement: I don't talk to them; they don't talk to me.
But recently, there's this one ghost….
