I walked down the street, the rainy day seemed horrible, but I enjoyed it. My blue eyes scanned my surroundings as I took a deep breath. They weren't following me? Were they? They as in, the dead, spirits, ghosts. You could call me a medium, but I was so much more, I coud see them, hear them, feel their pain, share their joy...Sometimes, it was rough, having to wake up in the middle of the night with a strange person standing next to me with a bullet hole in their head, or a knife stuck in their throat, in one case was a man who was ripped in half. I shuttered at the thought of him and kept walking, fixing the silky white yarn beanie that sa