Married to a Medium
GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING. Last night while I was working on another post for my blog, Ian came into the studio and told me he was uncomfortable in the bedroom where he was playing with our ferret, Bosley. He said there was the spirit of a dead man who suddenly appeared...
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Shortly after arriving home today from dropping my car off at the shop for necessary repairs, Ian alerted me that there was an intruder in the carport—he could see a man on our security system.
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I didn't want to see what my husband was witnessing, and it's times like this I am glad to not have his abilities. He was describing in detail the lost souls meandering about us as I exited the lot: literally hundreds of dead, trapped in the throes of addiction and despair, some slumped over, while others staggered like zombies in a horror film...
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GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING. The cry was urgent, and I knew something bad was happening. Ian was in the bedroom studying for his veterinary technician license exam, and I was in my studio across the hall working on a video project. The sound of his shout sent me into emergency mode, and I ran to his aid within seconds.
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