Hello everyone.

Quite bored at the moment.

My dead uncle Sherman refuses to quit telling me his WW2 Pacific battle front stories.

How did my cousin ever live with this...

NO WAY! I'm going through the exact same thing. Ugh, it's new to me, you see I kinda sold my cousin's soul to the under world by accident and they didn't want her powers... for they forced me to take them. Whelp.

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Tonight, I give the demon what he wants.
Don't really know how though....
As y'all will be able to see from my Dance story, I'm in a pretty big pickle with a few friends from the ahh, other side.
You see, I can talk to the dead. And the undead. And the non-dead. Also the half dead. The un-born (it's hard to be around pregnant women..) and any other non living creatures regular humans have no means of communicating with.
I bet you've all heard stories about ghost summoners, or seen "Mediums" on TV.
Well, that's not really how we are.
We're like you,
But with, you know, demons.
It's not like we're Satan worshipers. I mean lots of demons aren't half bad. We live life just how you do, just along side the paranormal.

I wasn't born with these powers, I absorbed them.
Like, literally.
My cousin, there was always something off about her. Something dark, and I was obsessed with it.
We tried to make some deals with Demons, and long story short she's in Quantom Parallel Illusion form now.
Basically, space mist.
Since powers of any sort, like everyone at Psy High has, aren't biological features, it was left in my cousins physical place. The OPI version of her does not possess them any longer.

I was shocked at first, didn't know she really had POWERS or anything.
But, I picked them up.
A darkness took over me that I'll never be able to describe.
And now I'm here.

I instantly noticed changes, I could sense bioelectricity (the controllable energy of living creatures) instantly. This was a faint change, for sense I lacked the ability to actually control it the bioelectricity was not very out-there.
But what I could sense was the Shell of it.
Places where there was none, and I mean NONE of it. Nothing.
Sense the air is filled of living particles, even the air has a bit of bioelectricity.
But not in these spaces.
That meant something was there.
It wasn't long before I began to...SEE these spaces. They were featureless, but there. Like people in the room. I soon realized it wasn't often that I was alone.

This is around the time Psych High began to notice me. I think an agent saw me staring too hard at an empty space in the park, he approached me and I ran.
That night, they called.

"We can show you how to use this gift,"
They had said.
"come, there are others like you."

I was worried, at first, but I knew I could trust them.
So, I'm here.

I still see the spaces, and I can talk to the paranormal easily using methods like Ouija boards. They tell me these "spaces" will start to appear as real, recognizable ghosts as my gift matures.
That's what they call it. A gift, not a power. Not a curse.

Strange, right?

Anyway, I'm sure everything will be fine in time.
I'm not as developed as the other Paranormal Seers, so I have been having trouble making friends and fitting in.
If anyone out there is reading this and gets what I'm going through (the talking to ghosts or the lonely part) feel free to reply to this journal, I could use some company.

I promise I won't pull you into some demon summoning party or anything.

Who am I kidding... I can't promise anything.

Psych High School had been after my cousin for a heck a long time. She could communicate with ghosts and, occasionally, get them to do her bidding. This wasn't just simple Ouija board stuff though. This was intense. She could almost control demons, until one night she tried (It was my idea) and it didn't go so well. She's QPI now, and there's little hope to return her. A while before that night Psych reluctantly agreed to test me in a few classes, in case I had similar powers. I didn't, but I do now. Her powers transferred to me, before she went QPI. I still don't understand it, and I still can't use them well but... I'm trying.

It's over.

At least the first part.
I don't wanna describe what I saw in there....
What he said.
What I did.
What I HAD to do...
It's too much.

But it's done.

For My cousin...
Oh, I am sorry.
May this all work as planned.

For Him... that ghost...that demon...
I'll have what you asked for.
I hope.




Lord forgive me, for I have sinned.

We're ready now.
My cousin, she's lighting the fires....for the candles.
I can feel it. The spirits.
Their HERE.
I just know it.
She's setting them up, on the table, of course. She says the ground wouldn't be safe. After all, the ghost we're trying to contact is 5, and doesn't have a complicated summoning techniques.

Wouldn't wanna summon a blood thirsty demon by accident, would we.
We cleared the room, and now all that's left is a floor and our supplies.
He's here, and He's ready to talk.
I just know it.

My cousin tells me she's ready, and everything falls into place.

She's ready
He's ready


I'm ready.
Let it begin.

My cousin is dark. She's twisted, evil, and is more likely to worship Satan full on then agree to one day of Catholic private school. She's done stuff like this before, and she's the perfect person to help me.
I mean, everyone's had experience with a little dark magic in their time. A curse here, a jinks there. Maybe a potion or a summoning. Almost everybody's used an Ouija board.
But my cousin, and her friends, their different.

Way different.
Everything they do has the era of the strange. Her a little more than the others. She seems connected to some other worldly source of power, and I am quite interested.

My mum says I'm a little... too interested.
She's majestic? okay. Mystical and wonderful. It's dark and creepy and fantastic. Would make a wonderful addition to Psy High, if she was looking for any school.

She, of course, is busy collecting toys from the 90s and running personality experiments on them. I envy all her work.

She's also done a lot of work with the type of witch craft my dance spell is, and that's why I believe her to be my biggest asset when it comes to fixing my two left feet.

Soon, I will dance.
All because of my cousin's help.




Isn't she wonderful?

How to Summon a Spirit to Make you Dance well:
an enchantment by me!

You'll need:
- 3 blood red candles
- Ouija board
- A cousin
- The realization these spirits could ruin your life and take anything from you... including your life.

Instructions:
1. Set up the candles on a table near the board. Don't but it around the board or anything because then the situation gets way too real way too quickly.
2. Set the board between you and your cousins lap, make it a cousin because they're less likely to run away and let the demons possess you then your friends or siblings are. Plus they usually have a lot of experience in the dark arts.
3. Put your hands on the magic Ouija message reader thingy. You know that.
4. Ask for the "5 year old Serbian boy from the 1920's" (a story for another time...)
5. Now's where you're gonna get friendly with him, ask simple questions like what his fave color is and whether or not he supports Donald Trump.
6. The Trump questions important, if he says he does you're gonna wanna get out of there, like ASAP.
7. Once you feel a solid connection with the spirit, and you feel ready to ask for favors, ask for him to make you a good dancer. Make sure you say please.
8. Do what he says, question nothing, and be quick. Spirits hate waiting.
9. ???

I like music, and... I can't dance.
Not to save my life.
Thankfully my cousin has some blood red candles and an Ouija board handy!
I'm pretty sure this will go well, I've talked to spirits before, and they've always been quite friendly.
Besides for that one time they made the dog go crazy and tricked my aunt into thinking their was a bird in the ceiling. Didn't go well.

ANYHOW, we're gonna ask them to give me the ability to dance, the only issue is that I won't be able to remember anything I sacrificed up to them.
Whatever, it's worth it.

See y'all on the dance floor.