Most people fear ghosts, but for me, they’ve always been part of my reality. Lucky Me, I See Ghosts

 them—not just as shadows in the dark, but as lingering echoes of lives once lived.

It started when I was young. A flicker in the corner of my eye, a whisper in an empty room, the feeling of being watched when no one was there. Over time, I realized these weren’t coincidences—they were encounters. Some spirits were harmless, wandering through the veil between worlds. Others carried sorrow, their presence heavy with unfinished stories.

Am I scared? Sometimes. But more than fear, I feel curiosity. What do they want? Why do they stay? Seeing ghosts isn’t a curse—it’s a connection to something beyond.

Maybe I was chosen for this, or maybe it’s just fate. Either way, I embrace it.

Lucky me.