THE CHOSEN ONE

The Chosen one

 When God chooses a child, it resembles the birth of Jesus in a manger. I look back at my childhood and realize that nothing was easy. I didn’t have fancy clothes or even my bedroom.  My single mom did her very best to provide food, shelter, lots of prayers and love.  

Unknown to me, I stood out from my siblings and peers, but I did not know it. At 5, there were a lot of children and teenagers being attacked by dark enteritis such as the paranormal. As I stood in the center of it all, I was protected. There was a man who was well known in the community who would squeeze my cheeks whenever he sees me.  

I was sitting on the ground playing in the dirt surrounded by eatable plants and weeds. I played until it became dark in front of my house until it became dark. I looked at a house nearby and the man who likes to squeeze my cheeks was standing near that house. I turned away to tell my mom that the man is here, and my mom came out the house to ask where is he. I turned back and pointed in the direction where the man was, and I said he was just standing there.  the man was gone and was not there anymore the following day. My mother said the man died two weeks ago, so it could not have been Mr. cheek squeezer I saw. As I grew older, I realized I saw a deceased, dead Ghost.

Intrigued by the encounter with the ghostly figure, I became increasingly aware of my unique abilities as I entered my teenage years. Strange occurrences seemed to gravitate toward me, whether it was objects moving on their own or whispers in the wind that only I could hear. It was 

f the supernatural. He taught me to harness my abilities, to embrace my destiny as the bridge between the living and the dead.

Under his Guidance, I learned to understand the whispers of the spirits and how to use my powers for the greater good.

Less she endured to raise me, and it would ignite a fire within me, reminding me of my calling.

One fateful night, a particularly powerful entity threatened to plunge our town into eternal darkness. Its presence was overwhelming, and the townsfolk were paralyzed by fear. With the weight of the world on my shoulders, I confronted the malevolent force head-on, channeling all my energy and faith into banishing it. The battle was fierce, but I refused to back down.

In the end, my determination prevailed. The darkness dissipated, and the town was saved from its impending doom. The once-frightened townsfolk now regarded me with admiration and gratitude. They saw me as their savior, the one who had delivered them from the clutches of evil.

But even as I basked in their appreciation, I remained humble, knowing that my powers were not for personal glory. I continued to serve as the bridge between realms, assisting both the living and the dead in finding solace and resolution. With every spirit I helped move on, every haunted house I cleansed, I felt a profound sense of purpose and fulfillment.

As the years went by, I became a legend, whispered about in hushed tones among the townspeople. But my true satisfaction came from knowing that I had made a difference in the lives of those around me. And as I carried on with my chosen path, I knew that I would forever be the guardian of both the seen and the unseen, bound by my destiny as the chosen one.   As time passed, my encounters with restless souls increased. I would receive urgent messages from the other side, guiding me to places where evil lurked. With every encounter, I grew stronger and more confident in my abilities. I became known as the town's protector, the one who could banish the malevolent entities and bring peace to the tormented souls.

However, being the chosen one came with its own challenges. The darkness I confronted was relentless, and it tested my courage and determination. There were moments when I doubted my purpose, moments when I questioned if I could truly make a difference. But then, I would think of my mother and the struggles she endured to raise me, and it would ignite a fire within me, reminding me of my calling.

One fateful night, a particularly powerful entity threatened to plunge our town into eternal darkness. Its presence was overwhelming, and the townsfolk were paralyzed by fear. With the weight of the world on my shoulders, I confronted the malevolent force head-on, channeling all my energy and faith into banishing it. The battle was fierce, but I refused to back down.

In the end, my determination prevailed. The darkness dissipated, and the town was saved from its impending doom. The once-frightened townsfolk now regarded me with admiration and gratitude. They saw me as their savior, the one who had delivered them from the clutches of evil.

But even as I basked in their appreciation, I remained humble, knowing that my powers were not for personal glory. I continued to serve as the bridge between realms, assisting both the living and the dead in finding solace and resolution. With every spirit I helped move on, every haunted house I cleansed, I felt a profound sense of purpose and fulfillment.

As the years went by, I became a legend, whispered about in hu

As the years went by, I became a legend, whispered about in hushed tones among the townspeople. But my true satisfaction came from knowing that I had made a difference in the lives of those around me. And as I carried on with my chosen path, I knew that I would forever be the guardian of both the seen and the unseen, bound by my destiny as the chosen one.

As time passed, my encounters with restless souls increased. I would receive urgent messages from the other side, guiding me to places where evil lurked. With every encounter, I grew stronger and more

confident in my abilities. I became known as the town's protector, the one who could banish the malevolent entities and bring peace to the tormented souls.

However, being the chosen one came with its own challenges. The darkness I confronted was relentless, and it tested my courage and determination. There were moments when I doubted my purpose, moments when I questioned if I could truly make a difference. But then, I would think of my mother and the struggle