Blessing or Curse

It wasn't until I had a discrete knowledge of things that my psychic powers were more a frightening burden than a gift, but ever since I was a small child, I knew about things that most others would not see or experience in their lifetimes.

This story that I am about to tell you, in all its entirety, is true. When I was four, my mother moved my sister and I to Arizona, somewhere near Phoenix. We had to rent a run-down apartment for cheap, since our mother didn't have much money at the time.

 It was alright for my sister and I though, because we fit in with the other children in the complex right away, and we were young, so an apartment's status made no difference to us. 

The only thing that I remembered that was disturbing was that there were cockroaches everywhere; in the closets; in the rooms; in the sink; even coming up through the drain in the shower. It seemed as though the whole place was owned by them...perhaps it was. 

My first psychic experience, however, was when I was playing hide-and-seek with my sister. I had decided to hide in a closet, since it was once an inconspicuous idea for us. The light was turned off, and it smelled of musty carpet as I giggled quietly to myself while curling up behind some coats. 

My sister was told to count to 30, which is nearly impossible for a child of that age. Thus, I waited behind the coats for more than 5 minutes, smiling and chuckling to myself over how well the spot was chosen. A bit later, I heard footsteps outside the closet, as though someone was running around frantically.

 I was thinking that it must be my sister, searching in vain for me since I was in such a "great" spot. Again, I heard the footsteps running past the closet, only when they came back they stopped directly in front of the closet in which I hid. "Busted," I thought in a childish manner, and the closet door slowly opened. 

I woke up from that dream, thinking how weird that was. That morning, my sister mentioned the game hide-and-seek to me, and I decided to play. I found a hiding spot and waited for my sister to count to 30, while I crouched behind the coats, giggling madly, nearly loud enough to give off my position. A bit later, footsteps came past, as though my sister was running frantically, searching for me. They ran past once more, then came back and stopped directly in front of my closet. The doorknob turned...and twisted...and turned...and jiggled...but it did not give. 

Then came a voice. "Kendra?" It was my mother. "Yeah!" Is what I think I said. "Sweetie, you need to try to open the door...you're locked in." I got up, stretched my legs and twisted the knob around, but nothing gave. "Mommy," I remember shouting, "It's stuck!" 

My mother had to bust that knob off of the door in order to get me out of the closet in which either my sister or I could have gone in at any other time and gotten locked in...and possibly would never have gotten out again. Many other psychic occurrences happened over my childhood, some which I cannot remember, but my parents do. 

One other that I can account for is that, on every birthday, I would be able to tell at least one of my presents to my parents before opening them, without having requested it, and not having seen it ahead of time. 

Things that also occur all the time for me is that I will see visions in my mind, never having seen them before, and then a few days...weeks...months later, I'd see it in reality. Or, I'd have a deja vu experience that actually happens twice in my lifetime (I.E., I'd be talking to my friend in the park about dolphins while watching a black VW beetle pass by and honk at a cat crossing the street, and then several months, even years later it would happen the same exact way, everything exactly the same, and I'd suddenly recognize it). 

Also, I'd know a lot of the time what someone is about to say without even knowing what they are talking about, or without even knowing how they usually speak. A lot of times, whenever my dreams happen in color, they coexist in both dimensions, or happen in real life in a reoccurring manor. These psychic occurrences also include several paranormal interactions, and out-of-body experiences. 

When I look back on these things, it scares me to think that I know more than I should. It isn't always the best thing in the world, to have to know when others are going to die, or that I am going to live through the same scenes over and over again. I feel different from others...not quite as special as others would have me believe...I feel more like I received a piece of everyone's mind when I was born into the world. 

A blessing? A curse? You decide. But one thing is for certain: it cannot be both.

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