Not all haunted houses have spirits who rattle doors and utter ghostly moans at night. Jane, our friend in Cleveland, Ohio, lives in a nicely haunted house. It’s a warm, cozy home, complete with an occasionally friendly cat, and we’re quite comfortable when we stay on the third floor whenever we visit her.

My brief stage career went absolutely fabulous, thank you, and I didn’t get one heckler. Truth to tell, that was my biggest concern – someone in the audience would give me trouble because s/he didn’t believe in mediumship or spiritualism. Thankfully, I only had one wild-eyed detractor, and he limited his ranting outside St. Vladamir’s

In my mind, I calmly told spirit, If you want me to do this, fine. And if not, then I’m okay with it. Then they called my name, and I jumped up and screamed. I couldn’t believe I made it!! I was going to be part of the 2016 Toronto Fringe Theatre Festival.

When Jeanette sat down for our session, I felt nothing. That was odd, because usually I start to feel spirit the moment someone walks into my office – it’s as if my client’s spirit people are so overjoyed that they’ll be connecting with their loved ones on this side of life, they can’t wait to

When Phyllis told me she’d like me to try to reach her children in spirit, I immediately felt a lump in my throat. There’s nothing more heartbreaking for a parent than losing a child. And, being a mother of two, I really feel that sorrow. But I have to put my feelings aside – I’m

The call display on Carla’s cell phone showed the hospital was calling. She thumbed the receive icon. “It’s your father,” the nurse said, a hint of sorrow in her voice. “I think you need to come back. And you might want to call your family.” Carla breathed deeply, thanked the nurse, then clicked off. She

We sat in a circle in the dark room and watched Angela’s Ghost Radar cell phone app on the table before us. As the app hunted for spirit presence, a line swept continuously across the concentric circles on the dull green radar screen. Suddenly, a yellow bead of light popped onto the radar, alerting us

Anna’s mother was dying. Her father had passed three months ago. “My parents hated each other,” Anna said quietly, “but they never divorced.” She brushed a stray strand of grey hair off her forehead and smirked. But I could feel the pain throbbing deep in Anna’s heart, pulsing out from her soul like cold waves.