My Collection of Gothic Stories

The Collection of Stories I made were written since I was 9 years, all trough my teenage years and I still have more to come. I always confided in my writtings I wrote my night terrors as with the growing of the Medium gift thats unfortunatley some of the collateral damage my son and niece are passing through it now. I started to like the horrors  I saw  not to get scared I meditated and saw a red dragon and a black one fighting Ying Yang if you prefer when I was some 7 years and my best buddies were karate going boys so I always used to ask them for the newest teachings they had in this they were quite serious and asked me what I saw as all of them saw a different life force or animal spirit. I was applauded as some didnt see anything and only saw after a few weeks trying.I was always at home in most of my childhood thats thanks to a toxic neighbor and smother of a very not bestfriend of mine. They made my life hell since I was about 7 yrs old with lies and adding to the stories making their own stories bigger with more bad energy!As everyone knows Karma is a Bi7ch like a boomerang!I left fate to take them to their final plunge :9 Imagine I was 12 years old doing my O'levels including Oxford. She was there.Fake chatted with me showing off how many friends she had (mostly fake obviously)her obviously not saying I had been the fool of her dark twisted mind a few years before that day!!!!I did everything I could not to stay with them Barbies no wonder she used to play at the time more than(300€)Atari Barbie played alone she never let me play just once like 5 minutes (even if I didnt like that and prefered ninja turtles (she had a ninja turtle camera the one that Mikey is in the pic remember those lol a few years ago I took my son and niece and there were both Mikey and Donny and I took one alone and with them and a 3D special effects like we are in a movie!!!!one Karma fate )she always used to flaunt everything in my face sometimes saying it was great being just one kid I had my brother so she tried saying she had all she wanted just like that with a click of her fingers) They followed on my same bus no matter what I did she popped there!!!Even if it was full up they went up. A seat cleared right next to me and an African guy made a sign for me to sit I asked her friend then an old lady they both said no.I sat eyes down but heared them giggle and whispering I didnt want to care about them (she used to wear like Cher with seetrough naked looking sheer for godssake)this very shy man told me that he wanted someone to sit as the driver was driving so fast and someone had fallen on the bus I thanked him and blushed froze as at the time I was abnormaly shy and had my first real boyfriend at 19!!!!Little is to say they arrived before me even if they said they will go eat together in Valletta or something (flaunting again)She told her toxic smother I was xrating it with the guy that politely moved so I can sit!!!!Oil goes up in the water That fateful day she told the nun that I used to go to as a kids group that I could go in costume the nun nodded as I did and told my mom to help as if that  bully made the nun lie I would make an example of the NUN I had my own version of the movie!I was greeted by a nun saying I couldnt go in like that and asked me if it was a joke I said no that the nun and I named her told me she came telling me to go change or I am not allowed in the house of god or something like that I told her to keep this in mind that that girl I obviously named her was trouble and made a nun lie imagine what she could do I told her to keep the house of god for herself and that I wasent needing it as the place is in your heart not made of stone and lies.I went home told my mom and she was not happy I told her that that was the last strand as they used to invent when I went there and on outings so I was away from them (I still passed with flying colors got awarded a book as first in religion She didnt she was already going out with boys as her mother told her as they were an old couple she will die before seeing a grandchild lololololol!She was pregnant at 14 yrs lol karma baby;)  )I met The NUN once more when I was 27 yrs old she was a not very well kept old woman and she recognized me she was with two other nuns and I was a securiy officer with a uniform she said she called for me and mom didnt tell me I told her I didnt want to talk to her she was stunned medusa style I told her I passed even the O'levels and Oxford but am a Buddhist and can Meditate also a Psychic Medium and helped lots of people worldwide as God had a gift only for me to share. Someone told me she had a hard time I said so did I and she gave power to a bully that had crushed most of my childhood (as mom used to believe her mom and punished me every weekend) so by doing so the NUN was a bully herself and I didnt speak to her anymore I told them I had a lot of work to do and went back to check the entrance. Karma Karma strikes again my fateful one.... like Action packed some a bit funny at times,  some dark humor with monsters aliens creatures and paranormal entities one big happy family  \(@u@)/. . .
The other paranormal stories are retold for people who where never believed and made fun of by the ones most close to their <3 leaving a void part of them and their being! A few of them are dead today and gone to a better life than us Mere Mortals so I sometimes find myself haunted by the promise I made to them to retell their story...I also filmed some on youtube :)  I met people from all backgrounds and cultures while out and about even at work sometimes while watching Victorian Gardens and in Hospitals I also used to work as a guard s a body :) guard of freshly dressed and makeup ready corpses for them to arrive safely to the Morgue!!These great stories took me to a journey trough their eyes as they the eye witnesses tell me their accounts of amazing totally extra experiances they take you like they did to me to a lot of interesting and most importantly ghost infested places otherwise closed to people some today just rubble and fregments of a life past ,They are the real hosts I am only the writer. Some details were changed to protected identities the names, parts of the stories that are too discriptive of places have been changed.I asked for their permission to use some fragments of their stories with a little twist here and their to add some flavour some suspense. My notes are mostly kept in my succulent brain its great having photograpic memory and recalling nightdreams walks in parallel realms! (As thanks to a fake friend 'fellow writers take care as some of my friends also passed trough similar things they told me on facebook writer forums' She cunningly asked for my life's work saying she will just read them and that she wanted them all!!! She actually took a few books everytime she used to come to my house.She said she liked them also said she will make a notebook with what I wrote and give mine and also the notebook back my manuscripsts never came back just some three pages and 'her' writing that she cunningly change all passion and meaning especially in 'My love letters' she changed the entire plot in 'my' stories and evidently liked them sooo much she that she never gave them back and called me a thief in PUBLIC said I wish she died aswell!I had to get the police as she also tried to physicaly harm me.)I always asked them permision if I could publish the stories. Most actually asked me to before I asked as they feel comfortable enough to know maybe YOU who is reading this passage believes them.

Dedicated to my son born with my same abilities he trusts me the most as sometimes he sees what I see and sometimes I see orbs and he sees figures and vice versa.My dear mom also sensitive that helped me with some punctuation and rewording my forever skeptic and doubting my psychic abilities Dad and Bro and anyone who told me their stories or helped to add to my ongoing story collection.