I went to sleep after that meeting with Rachel the seer.

"%#$*%& wake up." (Mother)

I groaned as I got up from my bed. Wasn't I just sleeping just now why'd she have to hit my leg so hard. I told her to shake me awake. I'm not a heavy sleeper like my little brother.

Rather I haven't gotten along with my mother since middle school. I'm going to college now. She never really cared about anything unless it was her face. Meaning she cared only about rumors and appearances. She's a religious person that believes anything the pastor said. Though all that pastor did for the 23 years of my life was lecture a bit about the Bible and talk about complaints in life.

Rather I don't believe there's really a God. If there is one why didn't he help me when we first moved to the new house when I was 14 years old. Upon moving here strange things kept happening to me. Things kept disappearing and reappearing where I remembered leaving them. The house felt strange and creepy to me but not scary. I started seeing things too when my family was there or when I was alone. Then when I was 15 years old objects started falling near my head as if they were warning us to get out of the house. Afterwards I ended up being possessed by those ghosts.

I'm now 23 years old yet my whole body won't even listen to me. They did as those thing wanted, I could work, go to school and come straight home. They screwed over my social and private life controlling me as I watched in horror and hatred. I'm not scared of them, my hate for them. Controlling my life, doing as they pleased and made me laze around the house. Cutting all contacts with friends making me try to act friendly towards my so called 'family.'

My family is 4 older brothers, 1 younger brother and a little sister. I'm the 3rd youngest of the family. All my family members except me are short tempered. They got it from my mother. She'd complain how we don't clean the house at all. First of all she's always at her shop and comes home at 8pm at night. I cook dinner, clean the restroom, sweep the floor and do laundry. Mother complains about us not cleaning the yard but the backyard is her vegetables that's she's always making a mess.

Father has been cutting the grass often but she's been complaining about weds appearing. Even I'm tired of her lazy behavior in the morning before going to work. She leaves dishes in the sink, a mess by the front door saying sweep it.

The ghosts have been nagging at me why don't I just end it. I know I couldn't even reason with these asses. They're controlling my body as they please. Yet my rationality is not letting them harm my family though it's been long gone. Is this really a family? We argue all the time, in a fit of anger my older brother hides the internet motor. Making us unable to have internet for weeks or months depending on his mood. Any little thing or conversation can set off my family. Only me and father aren't short tempered.

Angry at them for moving into this accursed house. My friend told me that religious crap actually speeds up possession. She's the only one I can text the stupid ghosts won't even allow me to meet her.

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Sure I hate my mother who's never been like a mother until now. She said I'm strange, that I shouldn't be in my room as much. But can you really call this even a family anymore. The only time it feels like family is when my nieces are over or during dinner. Why is she even trying when she knows all my siblings and I hate her being a hypocrite like the rest.

Mother's never been there for us like a mother. I don't even know motherly love like they said though I have one. Does this count as even a family? My little brother has issues too. He comes home angry from school, summer school or outings with friends. Then he yells at me who opens the door when I didn't do anything. I tell him I haven't done anything to him since he just got home so whys he shouting at me.

He's always playing game on the PS4. He's only in good mood then. But when my parents lecture him on it he gets angry at us. My parents complains that it's our siblings fault for introducing games to him. But he's doing it himself by turning it on and playing. They spoil him when my older brothers take away his favorite game to teach him a lesson but he tattles to our parents then. They have to give the game back to my little brother.

I finally had control of my body this morning I cried in joy but I wasn't really happy since it could happen again. Writing down a letter and my will as well as a apology to my friend Diana.

Ray stood in front of me when I woke from my dream with a start. No rather it was my old memories.

"What's wrong." (Ray)

"Nothing." (Leah)

Actually I'm glad I'm a creator since I'm above those pesky ghosts I don't get possessed now. I just have to be careful of parasites. But I'm glad those things didn't follow me. They screwed my life over already. Tried to made me reconnect with my broken family. There was nothing there anymore. Diana was the only thing that kept me together. Those ghosts didn't even know their limits though they knew they died. I finally remembered my life before and how screwed up it was.

My family was shamans before my mother went to church. I didn't believe there was a a God since he couldn't even save me. Why believe in something intangible and never helped you. My memories in childhood of my actions was also gone too I knew it was those ghosts. I didn't want them to take anymore from me. Nor did I want another possession happening. They first went for my arms by relaxing it so I lost the feelings in my arms. Then possessing it along with the rest of my body. The only thing left was my mind and my thinking. I'd scream in my head without anyone hearing my pleads.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore and jumped from a bridge to my death. I'm glad they didn't follow me. I was more spiritual adept than most of my family members though it ran in my dad's side instead of my mother. But I realized too late by then they always go to the stubborn ones. Then break their will so they'd be fully in control of the body. I'm just so glad to escape them. 

Tears fell down from my eyes before I realized it. Ray started panicking. 

"Wait sister this isn't my fault." (Ray) 

 "Duh I noticed that." (Eliza) 

"Sorry I just realized why I cried." (Leah) 

It was refreshing to be able to control even my own body and emotions. I laughed as I watched the two before me stand there confused. I mean influenced by ghosts my whole life but controlled during age 15 to 23. It felt like torture, in that broken environment. That wasn't a heartwarming caring family. It was broken since I was little I knew that too but tried until middle school then gave up after the ghosts tried to fix something not even existing there anymore.