I must be lucky.
A chosen one.
I regularly have visitations, which are as real as anything I know to be actually there.
Even rarer, and therefore luckier I suppose, is the fact that these are aural, as well as visual manifestations.
Perhaps these shouty visitors are trying to tell me something interesting, and important.
Science, and my own reasoning, puts it down to a combination of having a neurolgical disease which effects the brain, mixed with the body's own electric currents, and the chemicals in the fourteen drugs I take every four hours.
Perhaps these aren't easily explained hallucinations after all, but spirits of long dead souls, who see me as some sort of conduit, a spirit guide.
Perhaps I should try and help the people I see, as clear as I see my living friends, and family.
Hang on though.
What about the rats?
They are by far the more frequent visitations I get, than the people I see.
Oh no.
Perhaps in a past life I was a pied piper, in Hamelin.
Odd thing, the brain, and it's capabilities, much of which remains as yet unknown.
One thing I'm sure of myself, is that when my body eventually dies, and no longer has the power to charge and activate my brain's function, the visitations will stop.
