Married to a Medium
As Ian and I were driving home last night after his veterinary shift, we made a short detour to grab a few items at a grocery store along the way. This market is in an area of town hit especially hard by homelessness and addiction; even driving through this merchant's lot is a harrowing experience, with panhandlers and those in the throws of narcotic abuse everywhere. We quickly purchased what we needed, then got back on the road.
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While I was driving to the dealership to pick up a set of vehicle license plates which had just arrived (I purchased a car ten days ago), my phone screen displayed an incoming call from my husband, Ian. I used my virtual assistant to answer, Ian's voice projecting over the speaker. He was leaving an antique mall in town, and was anxious to share an encounter that happened only minutes earlier.
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Early one day at about three o'clock in the morning, I woke suddenly with an eerie feeling that I was not alone. The apartment was dead quiet. As I tried to focus my eyes in the darkness, I could see a silhouette of a man sitting at my kitchen table, staring directly at me. He was completely solid, the skin along the side of his face nearest to the window catching the moonlight. His elbow was perched on the tabletop, chin resting on his palm. As my vision sharpened, I could see a glint of moonlight like silver on his eyes...
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