I can see people’s auras… and it’s a curse.

I used to think that seeing people’s auras was a magical gift. I felt like I had some sort of superpower or a sixth sense; it made me feel special. I wasn’t special. It’s a curse. If you don’t know what an aura is, it’s basically a coloured light that surrounds a person. It radiates from the body and everyone’s is different. You can tell a lot about a person from their aura and when I was younger, I got caught up in the excitement of it. I thought I was special, I thought it was fun. Now I just see it as a burden. I first discovered my ability when I was about 8 or 9. I was at school, sitting in a lesson when I started to feel really sick. I looked around the room at my classmates and suddenly saw all of the colours. At first I thought it was just the sickness playing tricks on me, but I soon realised it wasn’t. I could see coloured lights surrounding every person. I was in shock at first. My eyes darted from person to person, taking in all of the different colours. Some people had bright lights encompassing their bodies, others just had a dim haze. I didn’t know what it meant at first, but as I got older and more experienced, I realised that the different shades were an indication of their health and wellbeing. I can see people’s auras… And it’s a curse. My Dad’s aura was a pale blue. It was always a very muted colour, sometimes turning a little green. After years of research I discovered that people with blue auras were often very sensitive. They would take on other people’s emotions and ailments, making themselves ill. The green was from stress. He had a lot of health problems, he was always sick. In the end it was a heart attack that took his life when I was 13. Watching his aura change over the years was like watching a film of his decline in health in fast motion. Only I could see it. Over the years, I have seen so many people I love get sick and die. It’s horrible knowing that someone you care about is going to suffer a painful death. I know that everyone dies at some point, but it’s different when you can see it Creeping up on them. I can’t explain it, all I know is that it kills me inside a little every time. My Mother, my siblings, my friends, I’ve lost count of how many people I’ve had to watch from the sidelines as their auras grow dimmer and their health declines. I can see people’s auras… And it’s a curse. My son’s aura is yellow. A bright and beautiful sunshine yellow. He’s a happy and vibrant boy, everything about him is full of life. His aura reflects that and glows so brightly that it’s visible from a distance. Whenever he’s near to me, I find myself automatically gazing at his aura. I just sit and stare at the beautiful colour, smiling. I worry about him constantly, I just want to keep him safe and protect him from anything bad happening to him. I know that it’s the job of a Mother to protect her child, but for me it goes beyond that. I know how cruel and heartless the world can be and I just want to keep him safe from it all. I would lay down my life for him, I’d do anything to protect him. Sometimes I wish he’d never been born. I can see people’s auras… And it’s a curse. My husband’s aura is dark and red. It pulsates with each heartbeat that he has and I can feel it when he’s nearby. The aura pulsates at the same rate as my own heartbeat, syncing the two of us together in a weird kind of unison. It’s something that has always bothered me, it makes my skin crawl whenever we’re near each other. I don’t love him. I haven’t loved him in a long time. I can see people’s auras… And it’s a curse. I don’t tell people about my ability. I’ve tried a few times in the past and I just get looked at like I’m crazy. The last time I mentioned it to anyone was when I was about 13. My best friend asked me about my Dad, she wanted to know why I knew that he was going to die before he actually did. I told her the truth, I told her about the auras. She moved away a few weeks later. I haven’t mentioned it since. I can see people’s auras… And it’s a curse. A few days ago, whilst out walking with my family, I saw a man whose aura caught my attention. It was the darkest thing I’d ever seen. It looked like his aura was dead. It was black and tiny, barely visible. I looked at his face, wondering who he was. He was standing on the other side of the road, walking at the same pace as us. I couldn’t make out his features properly, but I could tell that he was a man. He looked our way and I felt my stomach lurch. I tightened my grip on my son’s hand, pulling him closer to me. My husband glanced my way and frowned but I ignored him. I didn’t look away from the man, he was disturbing. I felt uneasy as he watched us, his aura seemed to be reaching out to us. I don’t know how else to explain it, but it felt like it was trying to ensnare us somehow. It’s not normal to get that feeling from someone’s aura and I didn’t like it. The man’s aura seemed to be reaching out to me, but more to my son. I could feel something pulling and I know it was the aura. I pulled my son in a little tighter. The man didn’t move, he just kept looking at us. My husband glanced my way again and raised an eyebrow. This time I looked away, not wanting to make a scene. The man only crossed my mind a few times over the next few days, I was so busy with other things and I forgot about him. It was about a week later that I saw him again. I was out with my son when he caught my attention. This time I wasn’t so lucky. “Mum, is everything okay?” My son asked me. I looked down at him, trying to seem calm. “Yes, everything is fine.” I replied, smiling weakly. The man was stood opposite us at the pedestrian lights. He looked exactly as he had the first time I saw him. His aura still looked dead, still trying to reach out to me and my son. My stomach churned as the lights flickered to green and we crossed the road. The man had to have seen me looking at him but he didn’t react. As we made our way down the street, I couldn’t help but glance back over my shoulder. The man was still standing at the lights, looking our way. I felt uneasy. I didn’t see him again for a few more days. But then, suddenly, he was everywhere. I would see him walking down the street, sitting in his car at the lights, waiting in the queue at the shops. It was as if he was following me and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. The man made me feel sick. Everything about him, his whole aura, just made me want to run. I wanted to tell my husband but I was too afraid. I didn’t want him to think that I was crazy. One evening, when my husband was out and my son was in his room, I decided to do something about it. I grabbed my car keys and headed out to my car. I didn’t have any sort of plan, I just knew that I wanted to get to the bottom of it. I drove around town aimlessly, scanning the streets for the man. I had almost given up when I finally found him. His car was parked in a residential street, about half a mile from my house. I pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the engine. I watched his car for almost an hour, twiddling my thumbs impatiently as I waited for something to happen. I was starting to get a little fed up and was thinking about just going home when the man finally emerged from a house near his car. My first thought was that he lived there, my second was that he had just broken in. The man glanced around before looking up and down the street. He was smiling as he got into his car and I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something very creepy about him. I followed him as he left the street, being careful not to get too close. I didn’t want him to realise that I was behind him. I followed him for a few miles, to a building on the outskirts of town. It was a lofty looking thing, made of black brick and surrounded by tall trees. I parked my car and watched as he stepped out of his and walked inside the building. I didn’t follow him. I can see people’s auras… And it’s a curse. I drove home and didn’t stop thinking about the man. I didn’t sleep that night, constantly wondering why he was following me, where he was from, what was wrong with his aura. I barely slept over the next few nights but I didn’t see the man again for a few days. I started to think that I’d never see him again but that feeling was short lived. One evening, when my husband and son were out, I was alone in the house. I was walking past the kitchen when I noticed a figure stood in

I can see people’s auras… and it’s a curse.

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