I think I have a super power
The car and the caravan had been packed up the night before, and so it was extremely early in the morning that I was awakened from my slumber to be bundelled into the car. Day light streamed through my curtains and I remember thinking that I had never been up so early before, and that the world looked weirdly deserted at 4am. And so it was that a 7 year old me set off for a field in Scotland, where I would have to endure two weeks with no electricity and noone for company but my parents.

The drive to the camp site was excruciating. The sun beat down on the car relentlessly, and the warm sweat filled summer air was inescapable. It was at this point I suddenly started to feel really ill. I could feel my bowels loosening. I knew I was about to shit myself, but at the same time knew I was about to be sick. It was truely awful. In desperation I pleaded with my father to pull over, but at the time we were on a stretch of motorway with no hard shoulder, and as a result he dismissed my request, telling me that he'd pull over at the next service station.

At this point I remember feeling a combination of total desperation, and immense anger at not being listened to. I bellowed at him "STOP THE CAR!"... and the car stopped. Not because of anything my father had done, but because it had suffered a complete electrical shut down. Everything in the car stopped working and we were left rolling along in a car with no power. My dad managed to role it into the newly reformed hard shoulder, and right there on the side of the motorway I promptly shat and sicked my guts out.

That event was quickly put down to coincidence and forgotten about, but then two years later something similar happened again.

I was watching the television, and had been looking forward to watching a show all day. I can't remember for the life of me what it was now, but just as it came on my mother came in the room with the vaccuum cleaner. Unable to hear what was going on due to the noise, and unable to see what was going on due to her standing right infront of me, I asked her to get out. She didn't, and again I remember feeling desperation at not being able to see the eagerly awaited programme, and anger at her not doing what I'd asked her to do. I bellowed at her to stop cleaning, and immediately the vaccuum cleaner stopped working, never to run again.

So my supernatural ability appears to be triggered by desperation and anger, and is to break which ever electrical device is necessary to get what I want.
( Furness, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 18:35, 1 reply)

oooh
There was some girl ages ago who had some electrical ability like that
she could blow fuses and turn on tellys just by thinking it
completely true that ^ i read it in one of those horrible science books so nyah :)
you could be an electroman

or you could just be a witch
(Freddles, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 5:31, closed)