Not Myself #1 of Chōjō genshō(paranormal)

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Summary

Some say ghosts aren't real let's watch them read my life and how I almost joined them.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Prolouge

I like to think of myself as a kind, shy, yet lonely person. However, things may vary depending on who I am. You may think ghosts and paranormal aren’t real, but they are real trust me. I live with them. You see I am what people call a Shīkā. We can see ghosts. There are only a few of us out in the world. My parents abandoned me because of this. But fortunately, I was taken under my grandmother’s wing who is also a Shīkā. But I haven’t really been talking about me. My name is Sairento ame my mom is from Japan which is why I have a Japanese name. Although I grew up in America where my dad was from. I have blonde hair with the tips a bright red. I was always bullied for my weird hair but I didn’t care.

As a kid, I lived a pretty normal life, despite the fact I saw ghosts everywhere. I would get scared a bunch but my parents didn’t believe me. People thought I was weird for being scared of things that didn’t exist. Yet they believed things like a guy who can sneak into your house, is thousands of years old just to give you gifts who has never been seen. Now I know I said I was shy before but trust me on some topics I can get defending, feisty, and sometimes be a whole other person. Whether or not it’s a good thing I can’t help it. Although most Shika's can fight off ghosts I’m way too weak. And because of my weak powers, I get possessed even by weak spirits.

From the first look at me, you could already tell that I was as weak as a thin tree branch in the wind. Along with that, you could immediately see how thin I was I’m underweight making me weak in both the spiritual mind and physical. I mean I wasn’t bullied for this I actually received a lot more sympathy for it. But even still that couldn’t calm me down. At least not with the demonic looking ghosts looming over them. And although I had many friends they could never understand me. When I tried to explain Shikas and ghosts they thought I was role-playing. I mean I wasn’t mad and didn’t cut ties with our friendships I was just a little mad. I mean who would blame them if I was a normal person I’d sound like a lunatic. Heck, I’m just glad they stayed around me. But enough with introductions let’s get into what’s going on.