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The Lost

Rush

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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The Good

Spirit in the Antique Mall

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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The Suicide Man

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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Ghost in the Carport

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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Addicted and Lost

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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Tortured Spirit

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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