My family on my mother's side have unique abilities. My grandfather, as told to me by my

grandmother, was, for lack of a better term, a witch doctor. People would come to him because he could

cure different types of illnesses.

He said my mother would be next in line, but he died before he was able to teach her.

She was still able to predict births and feel the moods of people around her.

My abilities are the opposite.

For me, it's death and ghosts. I've had many strange things happen to me, and there was one

incident that bothers me to this day. It changed my life. There's a church near the Southern

Park Mall in Boardman, Ohio, where my brother's friend was a caretaker. It's a church and school combined, so it's a large

building with two large chapels, a classroom, offices, and community rooms. A good-sized group of us

were meeting there to play some game or another one night. We showed up early, so my brother's friend

asked me to walk around with him to shut off the

lights and lock the doors and generally just check the building. It was odd that he asked me to do

this because I was always seen as George's little brother, not their friend Christopher.

These were all my brother's friends, and I was happy to do it, though, because I saw it as me being

accepted into their group.

All was okay until we reached the room where the priest gets ready.

The worst feeling hit me.

The pressure seemed to increase, and there was a disgusting feeling coming from the room.

I stopped and I said, I can't go in there.

My brother's friend said, don't worry about it.

You won't be breaking any religious rules by going in.

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