A girl called Natalie can see the dead
I was twelve when it started. At first, I thought it was my imagination. But then when the accidents kept happening I knew it wasn't just in my head. My parents, however, refused to believe me. Until that day.
" But mooom," I whined," it wasn't me. It was her!" I pointed towards her, "See? She is standing right there!"
Mom and dad exchanged glances. Then my mom turned to me, worry in her eyes.
"Natalie there is no one there." She said for the hundredth time, "If you broke the vase, you have to accept it. You can't just keep on blaming imaginary things. Good girls don't do that, ok?" she said, cupping my face and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Just as the words left my mom's mouth, she was pushed to the wall and hit her head. Both my parents looked at me then, with fear in their eyes.
And that's how my parents started to believe that I could actually see them.