When you were a child you knew that, somehow, you were different from your peers. Not in a physical aspect, but in a mental way. You could see the dead. From the gruesome looking murder and accident victims, to the people who succumbed to a much more gentler death. Your parents thought you were crazy and spent thousands on therapy. Eventually, you pretended you couldn't see them any longer. You had to keep the secret. Tell a day in life of yourself as a person who can see the dead. Describe them and how you helped/plan to help them. Start off when it all began. BE CREATIVE! Don't forget to tag me @TheHaleyJade