Spooky Fun – The Paranormal In Action

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Tis the Season for Spooky Fun.  To celebrate, I have done a series of videos in which I talk about what it’s like to have ghosts and angels in my life.  I’ll be posting these videos throughout the remainder of October

Teaser:  Though I discuss the difference between angels and ghosts, my very first encounter with a spirit – which happened when I was five – remains a mystery of the two.

To this day I don’t know if the girl was an angel or a spirit.

We were at my maternal grandmother’s house in Farmington Hills and I was outside playing before dinner.  I heard crying.  I followed the sound and found a little girl all dressed in white – blonde hair with a light blue ribbon in her long hair – sitting on the back steps of the house next door to my grandmother’s.

The one on the corner.

Feeling bad for the little girl, I went up and talked to her for quite some time. When I heard my name being called I told her I had to go but I invited her to dinner with us.

Being a descendant of Scottish Highlanders, I was taught there’s always room for one more at the dinner table.

She told me she couldn’t and I went back – regretting leaving her behind.  I asked my grandmother who the little girl next door was.  As you may have guessed, my grandmother had no idea who I was talking about.  She said, “There is no little girl next door.”

I said, “Well, maybe she’s visiting her grandparents.”

My grandmother said, “Bethy, my neighbors aren’t even home.  They’re on vacation.  There’s no one there.”

I ran back out and the little girl was no longer sitting there.

I looked for her everywhere, called out for her – though she never gave me her name.

I returned and was very upset.  So was my grandmother but not because she thought I was lying.  You see, being psychic runs in our family.  It often skips a generation for some reason but regardless, it was a sobering moment for my grandmother.

She understood the burden of it – and I was only five.

She hugged me and told me not to worry about it.

Twenty years later, the ghost of my grandmother appeared at my Farmington Hills apartment to comfort me at a time of need.  It was one of the more startling moments of my paranormal life.

I hope you enjoy hearing about the more memorable – and often humorous – paranormal events in my life.


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