PSYCHIC ABILITIES ACTIVATED | Premonitions, Signs & Encounters From Beyond (x310)

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Can you speak to the dead? I think my grandpa, dad, and little brother are all psychic. This house gave me a gift. It was like living in a spiritual gym every day. I now do psychic and medium work as my full-time job. And if you didn't get the theme, it's psychic and mediums. Very spooky.

Hi.

Hello. This is Two Girls, One Ghost.

Two Girls, One Ghost. And we are your ghostesses. That is Karin.

Hello.

I am Sabrina. And can you speak to the dead?

Well, some of you seem to.

A lot of you seem to.

Or you know someone who does. or you've been approached by someone who has. Oh, and we're envious of you.

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So envious.

It's a dream to just be in a grocery store and someone's like just picking your pickles and someone's like

someone's picking your pickles.

I was like, "What the where is this turning to?"

You're picking your pickles.

Someone's like, "Do you want? Do you want deli? Do you want sliced?"

And then someone's like, "Your grandfather says purple panties." which used to be our code word, but then we changed it, which I can't remember what it

now. I can't remember what we changed it to. We got a new one.

merch questions answered

Also, people have been asking about the sweatshirt that is that Karin is wearing that is Karen. And the answer to your questions of is this new merch is no. This is

Well, it's yes and no.

Yes and no.

This is new merch for the people who attended our Boston live show.

This is our live show merch. And we do have some pieces left, like literally a box of t-shirts and sweatshirts left. I'm gonna go through it and then I'm gonna put them available for sale for Patreon members

in 2026. It is on our list to have new

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merchandise. So, while there is not any new merchandise at the moment, there is some merch for sale on our website and there will be this item that Karina is wearing available on our Patreon and then new merch coming in 2026. Until then, let's read stories from you spooky [ __ ] And we have a theme. And if you didn't get the theme from our beginning rant,

it's psychic and mediums,

which I'm like both sad and happy that this is true. I was trying to find more stories where people were approached by a medium

and there aren't that many. It's one of those like weird things where I feel like sometimes like the ethics of it or it's like the the setting and you have to feel the vibes or you're just like, "Oh my god, people are constantly talking to me. Shut up. I got to

She's too stressed picking. pick my pickles.

Am I in the mood for pickles? I don't know. What's your God, that Sabrina girl is obsessed with pickles.

Just know if you see us and someone comes through for us, you are welcome to share.

Truly, if someone is screaming at you

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right now saying, "Why do I want to go back to pickles?" Tell her about the pickles.

Tell me. So, if someone listening want something to do with pickles, because maybe this message is for you.

Are you pregnant? Craving pickles. I'm not even craving them. My brain is craving talking about them.

Oh,

the pickles are haunting me. It's the pickles possessing me.

Oh my god.

Possessed by pickles.

Possessed by pickles.

Pickle possession.

Now I'm craving that pickle Rick pizza from Flying Sausage.

So good. It

is good. I actually pizza. Delicious. Rick and Morty.

Okay, but this story is about psychic. Starts with a P. Different different word.

Penis.

Penis. and scene. So, this is from my listener,

evil entity made me psychic

Jenna, who says that an evil entity in my haunted house made me a psychic medium.

Well, that's kind of a silver lining.

Hello, lovely ghostesses. I discovered your podcast through my best friend and

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fellow witch sister, Christina. Your friendship reminds us so much of our own, and we both love the ookie spooky just as much as you do. I've been doing my best to catch up on all the episodes as this is now my favorite podcast. Anywh who, this story is 100% factual and based on real events that I experienced. I will attach photos of the house. This is the story of how a dark entity in the haunted house I couldn't leave made me a psychic medium. The year was 2016 and my now ex-husband and I were in search of a new place to live. Our budget was small and the list of available housing was even smaller. Finally, after a few weeks of searching, we found a three-bedroom, one and a half bath with so much charm, and it was $300 below our budget. I couldn't believe it. It had everything we wanted and unknowingly much, much more. We immediately scheduled a time to view the property. And what was strange about this was the property manager met us at her office, gave us the keys, and said that we could go check it out ourselves, but they were not coming with us.

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That's really weird. week.

That feels like a big red flag,

but it feels like that after the fact after knowing like how many things went wrong, but in the moment it's like, "Oh, maybe they're really busy and they trust me." I don't know.

Yeah,

we excitedly took the keys, did the walkthrough, and admittedly something did feel off. The air was thick and the house, although completely cleared out, felt occupied. It was like we were visiting a home that we were not invited to. And the layout of the home was also quite interesting. When you enter the house, you step into the living room. On the left side of the room was a brick fireplace with a long rectangular mirror above it. To the right was the beginning chain of bedrooms. You could walk through the entire house in a circle, so it like looped around. Every room had two doors, one that brought you into the room and one that led you to the next room. However, despite the quirkiness and the weird vibes, the space was exactly what we needed, and we could not pass up this deal. So, we put down the deposit and signed a 12-mon lease. We couldn't believe it. It felt too good to be true because it was.

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Oh man. Immediately after moving into the house, I would hear heavy footsteps walking around. At first, I thought it was my ex-husband as he was a tall, large man. However, he played video games all day and would only really leave the room to use the restroom, which was a join to his gaming room. So, it would be odd for him to actually be walking around the house as frequently as I was hearing the steps. The next thing I noticed was my decor would just fall off shelves, fall off cabinets and tables, and I started to realize something was wrong. After a couple of weeks, we followed up with the property manager about a window that needed to be fixed in our bedroom that we had noted during our first walk through. When she called a team to fix it, she told us, "I'm sorry this wasn't done before you moved in. I couldn't do your walk through. I won't go in that house." I asked her why, and she said so casually, "Oh, it's definitely haunted." which at least like she's not hiding it. Had they asked in the beginning, she probably would have said it's not her home. She's like a manager.

Yeah.

I was left stunned. At this point, I already knew something was up, but the

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validation was shocking. I decided to try to make my best out of the situation, and I named the ghost. I called him Charlie, which was a big mistake.

Uh-oh.

As soon as it had a name, the activity increased.

Damn it. It's so hard because it's like sometimes that is the right

because you want to make it less recognize powerful by just like joking about it,

right? Or like like you don't know if it's a negative entity yet. Like it could just be older, somebody who's taken up residency and they just want to be acknowledged as the other roommate,

but feel some love.

All the signs were pointing to evil. Footsteps got more prominent. Doors and cabinets would open and slam close. My ex and I would often see a black figure out of the corner of our eyes. And as the days passed, the activity grew. So I decided to fight back. I started praying. I used sage and palosanto before I knew about the cultural appropriation. I dove deeper into tarot, something I had been practicing a year earlier. And the first day I decided to sage, I was home alone. As I started walking slowly from room to adjoining room, hitting every corner with smoke. I

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finally made it through the whole house and ended in the primary bedroom, which was at the back of the house. And all of a sudden, the air started to feel thicker, and I started to get this prickly feeling on the back of my neck. As I entered the room's bathroom, I reached up to stage the mirror, and I felt a huge rush of air go directly into my ear. It was as if something about an inch from my head blew all of its air straight at me.

Oh, yuck. I screamed. I dropped the sage in the sink and ran out of the house. This thing was not budging, and it was letting me know.

It's like a kind of weird and gross concept, like ghost breath. Cuz breath is usually hot. But what is ghost breath like? Cold.

Breath is hot if you go but cold if you go.

That's my my my is hot. Both feel the same.

Well, if it's hot if Okay. Hot here, but then go further further away.

Well, cuz Yeah, cuz it gets colder.

Yeah. So,

when it connects with the air,

but it's a ghost.

It's right here, I think.

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All right. Science. I have to experiment. What is science of ghost breath? After this incident, I vowed to never be home alone for the rest of the lease. Despite the huge amount of fear, I continued working with my tarot cards to uncover the mystery of this entity. And what I gathered was that this entity was not of this world. It was brought to this house as a manifestation of hate. There was no history I could gather on the house itself, as it was a rental property for as long as I could discover online. And as time went on, I could feel my psychic ability starting to develop. The image of the entity started becoming clearer in my mind's eye, and I could feel where it was in the house. When it was not lurking around in the house, it would fester in a closet that was attached to the dining room. And the weird thing was that inside this closet door handle was a brass clown face. And the walls inside the closet had scratches on them. Here's an image of the clown face.

Oh, I do not like it.

It's strange.

It is strange.

And also scratches. And that's not all.

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The morning after a house party we hosted, my little Chihuahua Beasley was playing with a pong ball while I was on the couch watching TV, nursing a hangover, and I could hear her in a living room bouncing the ball, then running after it. And after a few minutes, I could hear that the ball was no longer bouncing. So, I called out for Beasley, but she never came to me, which was very unlike her. So, I got up and I kept calling for her until I heard a little whining sound coming from inside that dining room closet. No.

I opened the door and my poor bee was shaking in the corner.

Oh my god.

There is literally no way she could have gotten locked in that closet by herself.

This is so terrible. I hate this.

And she says that that door was always closed. We always had it shut. And to open it, you had to fully turn the handle and pull with force. So, I don't know how she got into the closet without me hearing the door open or close. So, after that incident, we filled the closet with boxes and moved a folding table in front of the door so it couldn't open again. In the final months at the home, I started waking up in the middle of the night, anywhere from 2:30

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a.m. to 4:00 a.m. At first, it felt like I was being watched. But as the nights passed, I started seeing a black figure in the corner by the entrance of the room. This figure was not a solid mass, but instead looked like a pitch black goo leaking from the ceiling to the floor. Yuck.

Instead of the natural dripping nature of goo, each end point was sharp, like needles trying to escape a tarlike ooze. I would scream every time I saw it.

Yeah.

And the substance would dissipate. Every night was like living in a horror movie. But we didn't have any spare money to leave the house. So, we were stuck for the rest of the lease.

Also, the layout now of the house is even more scary because the fact that it's a circle and like you

you can't really run from it.

You know, it can continue to follow you like just chase you in a circle like one door through the next door through the next room like an endless loop that you're stuck in

with this entity. Much of this went on for the few months that followed, but the last week of the lease was the scariest by far. It was clear the entity knew we were leaving, and it was angry

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because it liked feeding off of our fear. We were cutting it off from its food. Each passing night of that week, the entity manifests closer and closer to our bed. And on our final night, I woke up to it being right at the end of the bed. I screamed for it to go the [ __ ] away and it ripped the sheets off the bed. Straight out of parivity.

Gosh, that gave me chills.

I screamed. I curled my

Where was your husband?

My ex-husband was not in bed. He was in his gaming room four days. Four doors away. Four days away.

Four days.

Four days away.

It does feel like that, right?

This entity was still there. It did not disappear as it usually did. I was crying. My pajama shorts I was wearing got pulled down to my knees. I was screaming bloody murder when finally my ex busted through the door and then poof, the entity was just gone. What the [ __ ] That is such a vicious attack. I ran out of my house, drove away, and I slept in my car. I only re-entered the house during daytime to pack our boxes.

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Several years have now passed. I got divorced from my ex. I moved out of state. And while visiting my hometown, I decided to take my now current husband to drive by what I call the Charlie House. He has heard all the stories and I decided may as well put a face to the name. We quickly drove by. I got a bad chill and we kept moving. The next day I got a call from a friend who at the time did not know I was in town. He said, "I had a dream last night. I was in your old haunted house, but I was looking through the window and I saw you driving by. I saw Charlie and Charlie said, "I'm always watching." I was so freaked out because there was literally no way my friend could know that I was in town. I got chills again

or even know that I drove by the house.

It still scares me to this day. But one thing I can take away is that this house gave me a gift. It was like living in a spiritual gym every day. And to this day, I now do psychic and medium work as my full-time job.

Oh my god,

I do not think I could have developed

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these abilities without living in that hell for 12 whole months. Thank you for reading. See you on the other side, Jenna. And if you're interested, they are on Instagram at plus-sizeed medium. That is freaking wild.

Also, what a great Instagram handle. Plus-size medium.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. Took me a day.

I get it.

But we also have two photos. One of the exterior of the house, one of the interior of the house.

I don't know that I I mean like with the wood paneling and stuff, so like some sometimes it can be spooky, but like you can also see

charm.

Charm. Yeah.

So, it's like I'm not sure I would. And it seems like it has good light,

right? But the property manager didn't want to go and it and especially again, it is one of those things where easy to afterwards be like, "Oh, that feeling of it not being our house or walking into it and feeling like we were in someone else's home even though it was empty." In the moment, I feel like that's so easy to write off.

Yeah. It does make me wonder what the

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property manager knew like beyond her own experiences maybe just like how many tenants had said

fled,

right? Yes.

And then it's like if that happens, I guess it's up to the owner, right? Like the owner supposed to

I mean the owner has the property manager cuz they don't want to deal with their own house.

But I I do feel like you should be doing something. Maybe they're the ones who brought it in. Well, Jenna said that through their work she was able to determine that it was a manifestation of hate. So, it's almost like did something happen with the owner and their personal lives that

some really toxic things or negative experiences in life happened and hate manifested.

I hate that. And I hate how like present and active the hatred is like that it can manifest in such a physical form that it can

rip sheets and pajama bottoms off of someone

so aggressively. That is horrifying. And it does feel like the entity was almost targeting her, Jenna, more and more

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because it knew she could see him. It knew that she was like trying,

but she was also way more aware, right? Her ex-husband was probably headphones on, gaming, like totally

Yeah.

zoned into whatever was happening right in front of him on the screen all day.

I guess that's like terrifying story, but you got a gift out of it.

Yeah. Hopefully you like having the gift.

Yes. cuz I know sometimes it can be scary. Okay. Well, I have one called My

my cats are texting from beyond

Cats Are Texting Me from Beyond.

Love this.

To lovely Karen and Sabrina, the only two women on Earth I can tell this story to without sounding like a total nut job. Thank you for creating this platform and for making it so special and spooky to listen every single day.

You're welcome.

I want to share it for you.

Yeah, we did it specifically for you.

Yeah. Don't tell anyone else,

but just for us, the three of us. I want to share a story about my two beloved cats. George is the other one Charlie.

No, but is it Gilly or Jilly? It's G I L

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L Y.

I would say Gilly. I My reaction is Gilly, too. But now I'm I'm worried that it's Jilly. Like Jillian.

I'm going to say Gilly.

Okay, we're going to say Gilly, but so sorry if it's Jilly.

Text us if it's wrong.

You have our number. Call us. Come on. The cats. The cats are texting.

Yeah, that's true. Okay, George and George and Jill sounds right. But George and Gilly also sounds right.

Okay, you you do what you want. In my head, I'm gonna keep saying Gilly.

Okay,

these are some extraordinary signs that I have received from these two cats. A story that's uncanny, heartwarming, and yes, involves I touch text messages from beyond. Damn. The story begins the day after my beloved Bengal cat, George, passed away at age 16 in 2021. I got a text from a friend, mostly just a friend, but [ __ ] buddy, too. She said mostly just a friend but very psychic.

So it's like

a psychic friend.

Yeah, it's a psychic friend.

Your friend who also happens to be very

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psychic.

Okay.

Saying that she had been receiving strange messages from George and she needed to tell me. She shared things he had been quote saying, including that he wished that he could warm me up because he could feel that I was cold. Oh my god, that's so sweet. I had literally been sitting next to my broken space heater crying. Then she said, "Okay, I'll talk to you later." And then 2 seconds later, an eyeouch message appeared on her phone to me with a little fiery orange ball of light. I touch messages are animated. So the orange ball moves all over the screen like it's alive, which is very strange looking and even more so in this context. She immediately texted me back and said, "Wait, what was that? I did not send that." Neither of us had touched anything on our phones, and there was no time for this thing to appear by accident. Several hours later, my broken space heater, which had been unusable for days, suddenly started working again. It felt like George was

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literally trying to warm me up in real life.

Oh, George. Later, I went to a real psychic medium, as if your friend's psychic medium abilities are not real.

A professional a professional psychic medium to ask about the fiery orange ball. and she confirmed that this is exactly what George looks like in spirit form. Oh, that's so cute. Around this time, my relationship with my boyfriend Robert had hit a rocky patch. We had been together for a year and a half and he had freaked out during co while taking care of his daughter, unsure that he could handle a relationship.

I loved him deeply and then suddenly he wasn't there. My psychic friend told me that George, now a little spirit cat, was pulling strings to make sure that I was cared for. And not long after, Robert did come back into my life. I felt like George had my back from the other side.

A

So, fast forward 4 years. Gilly, who'd always acted like George's brother, became very sick. I was out of the house

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while my mom cared for him, and I was texting her to check in. I said that if Gilly wasn't okay, I hope George was waiting for him. And right then, the exact same fiery orange ball of light appeared from my mom's phone to me.

Oh my god, I love that because it's not the same person that it's coming from,

but it's like and it hasn't happened in years

and the both of them happened like right after talking about him,

right?

Like it's like in context like he's also being like, "Yep, I'm here.

Yep, it's me."

It wasn't just a similar message. It was identical to the one from 4 years earlier. My mom, a senior citizen who does not know how to use Eyeouch, had no idea how that happened or even what it was. Yet, somehow it was sent from her iPhone. There was no way this could have been an accident. It felt like George was right there trying to tell me that he was going to be with Gilly in his final moments. Oh.

Right after that second text, I started thinking about what color Gilly's spirit ball of light might be. I was talking with my sister, speculating that maybe

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his would be green. Later, when Gilly was about to be euthanized, I was crying and I was telling the vet who was putting him down the story about George's orange ball of light and I was wondering what color Gilly's spirit might be. I asked her if she believed in the afterlife and she said she didn't really know, but as I was sharing the story about the orange ball and speculating about Gilly, she just blurted out, "Well, I'm seeing greenish teal." And immediately added, "I don't know why I said that. I don't even think like that. It was completely unexpected

and unprompted

and so uncanny.

After Gilly went wild, we chose green as our light. It's for It's again, this podcast is for

It's for you.

After Gilly passed, I began seeing green balls of light everywhere. One appeared in the wine aisle at the grocery store. A plastic green ball was like, "Get some wine.

Pickles and wine."

A plastic green ball in the middle of the aisle. Nowhere near any toys. I was so stunned. And then two minutes later, a woman in front of me at the checkout handed me a quarter saying, "This must

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be yours." Which that was not possible. I've been noticing quarters everywhere since George died. And I assumed that this was because George Washington is on it, so making it more of a clear sign from George.

That's sweet. That day, the green ball from Gilly was immediately followed by a quarter. It felt like a one-two punch from my spirit angel cats. And since then, I have seen green balls of light in other places, including a video that I took overlooking Bellingham Harbor where a literal green ball of light bounced around in the video. It is so extraordinary and so deeply comforting. So sweet. To give you an idea of how astronomically improbable all of this is, sending an eyeouch message takes deliberate steps. It's not something that can just happen by accident. And for the exact same fiery orange ball of light to appear four years apart on two different iPhones while coinciding with emotional events around George and Gilly is just effectively impossible. And yes, I did the research. I'm very logical. I

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really like numbers. And even with generous assumptions, the odds are in the hundreds of millions, maybe billions, which makes the experience feel truly miraculous.

My two cats are together now, and I truly believe they continue to send little nudges from beyond.

Absolutely. Fiery orange from George, green from Gilly, reminding me that love, guidance, and connection does not end with death.

And somehow, maybe they're even helping pull the right people back into my life when needed. Robert and I are very happy now, and I'm so grateful that my spirit angel cats are looking out for me. Thank you for listening. I know you love cats, especially Sabrina. So, I hope this resonates.

Absolutely.

Love you, Karen.

Love you, Karen. Wow. I'm sorry for your losses cuz it's very hard to lose your beloved pets in any capacity.

But I love that this is a story where they're guiding you and helping you and like

even people who don't like have

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paranormal inclinations are picking up on their energies,

right? So amazing. And I like that they both have like the same sign but just slightly different

in different colors

to look for. Yeah.

George is like, "Let me teach you how to do this. Pick a color. Any color.

George is super involved. He's like, I need to fix your spa. George is like kind of your

handyman. I I don't even know. I was going to say like a dad, but then also in ways like a boyfriend. Like it's just

guardian angel.

Guardian angel. It's like let me keep you warm. I'm going to fix your space heater for you. But then it's also like there's some matchmaking involved.

I think you two might need to just shuffle back together again.

So sweet. George is really doing a lot.

Love that story. So, just a sad anecdote. My mom had to put down our family dog.

Oh, yeah.

Ruby. She was 15, so she's lived a long life. She did.

But she was starting to have liver failure and just her

It's so awful.

Yeah. Her life quality of life was pretty poor. Um,

but my mom said that the first couple

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days after she passed, she kept hearing Ruby's nails like click clacking on like outside of her bedroom. Oh, and she like at first she was like, "Oh, maybe it's just I'm used to hearing that every morning. Like I'm just hearing it." She's like, "No, I'm hearing it."

I love that.

Maybe she's still here.

She's hanging around until your mom is maybe ready to

I know.

Sad.

Losing pets are It's just

It's so sad.

Such a horrible pain.

psychic prediction & baby monitor scare

Okay, this is a story from our listener, Kelsey. And as a content warning, this does involve child loss, miscarriages. Um, but it does have a happier ending, but it is called Psychic Prediction and Baby Monitor Scare. Well, howdy y'all. Howdy. The juice. It's been a hot minute since I last wrote in, but I have life updates I know you'd appreciate, so buckle up. Back in 2019, I met a friend who told me about this psychic from her hometown in Connecticut that I had to talk to. Her

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name, this is the most psychic name. Her name is Claudet.

That is so psychic. She

I feel like any French name feels very psychic.

Claudette, I can't think of anything else. She's ancient and so hard to understand over the phone cuz she has a heavy French Canadian accent, but she's the OG. Anyway, from the first time I talked to her in 2019 through the end of 2023, she told me I was going to have twin girls. She was insistent about it. She also told my husband that we would have twins. And she told my dad that his daughter, me, would have twins. Mind you, they all called from separate phones and different times and different days. She had no way of knowing we were all related. So, it wasn't like, "Oh, I'm gonna like reference my dad to you,

right?

Her dad just called. Didn't give any context." Yeah. There's no

Yeah. Although she always told me I'd have twin girls, she was never quite clear on the timeline of it. And unfortunately, I struggled with fertility issues and I really started to have doubts in Clawudette. Yet, she remained adamant about the twins and

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told me not to worry. I started fertility treatment summer of 2023 and my second cycle I got pregnant with twins. Wow, that's amazing. Sadly, I did lose both very early on. I called Claudette again as I was at one of the lowest points in my life and I needed a glimmer of hope that she could still be right. And then she told me this time, "Don't worry, you're going to find out you're pregnant right after the holidays." Well, on December 28th of 2023, I found out I was pregnant again. this time with [ __ ] triplets. That's crazy. My husband and I freaked the [ __ ] out saying Claudette did not tell us it would be triplets.

Oh my god.

Two weeks later though, we sadly lost one of the babies. However, I did go on to have an amazingly healthy pregnancy otherwise, and we now have two beautiful twin girls.

Wow. And power to you for having two newborns at once. Yeah. Now, the spooky

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part that I absolutely feared would happen with having babies in my house. The baby monitor. Why are those things so innately freaky?

Oh, I love this. I actually put

I saw

Yeah, next year I want to do like weird.

We also probably have enough encounters.

Baby monitors.

Yeah. So, send those to us. Baby monitor hauntings. And Kelsey says, "My twinkies, I love that. Are now 11 months old and I've watched their baby monitor screen every night since they started sleeping in their crib at 5 months old. And I have never seen what I saw the other night. I've seen little flexcks of what I want to assume is dust particles floating around. Although some definitely move way too quickly to be dust. But anyway, my girls rarely wake up in the middle of the night blessed.

Oh my god. Thank honestly thank God because

yeah cuz you don't experience that.

I don't experience that and I have one. If I had two and they both Oh my god.

I would have to self feet picks to hire a night.

We would need way more help.

I would support that. Yeah,

I would even help you. I'd sell my own

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feet pics and give you the money.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Thanks.

This night, both girls woke up, started to whine and fuss. I was trying to assess whether to go soothe them or if they'd both quickly go back to sleep or not. Whenever I myself have trouble falling asleep, I like to say a little prayer, stating out that only love and light are allowed in this house, and anything else can get the [ __ ] out. So, I figured I would just say a prayer for the girls to help protect them. Well, immediately upon saying this protection prayer, I see a bright white misty see-through apparition blob appear over one of my girls, then slowly move left out of the frame. I gasped so loud I woke my husband up. And then immediately both of my girls stopped fussing and fell back to sleep.

What the [ __ ] Also, let me tell you,

the fact that she even thought like, "Oh, I should say."

Yeah,

that is so

Let me tell you, it was 100% not dust or bugs. There were no car lights that would be able to come through that window. I know. Believe me, the monitor

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doesn't record or else I would have loved to have sent you the video and also for me to watch back so I could have gotten more validation. But I know what I saw. I love the ghost stories. I eat them up, but I'm afraid to experience anything myself. And now I am terrified to look at the baby monitor because I don't want to see anything else. Which is probably why when loved ones who have passed visit me, it's always in dreams because I think it's the only way they know I won't be freaked out. I guess cheers to forever saying protection prayers now. Love you guys so much. Stay spooky. See you on the other side. Pics below of my little rainbow babies, Kelsey. And

we'll keep these to ourselves just for

Yeah.

But they're so cute.

Oh my gosh, the hair. And shout out to Claudette, who's the real deal.

I know. Claudette knew what she was saying. She said, "Don't you worry."

Wow. Scary.

That is really scary.

I'm curious what entity it was cuz clearly both of your daughters saw it.

No, they were they were upset by the presence. So, it wasn't It didn't feel like it was like a visit from like a grandma.

It's not like awake just looking at

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something. They were fussing and Yeah.

Yeah. Ooh. I'm glad that it's gone.

Yeah. Even if maybe like let's hope that it wasn't intending to be harmful and then once it realized like there was a production prayer needed and they it was like oh kids were my bad.

Yeah, got to go.

Man, you got two creepy kids at once.

I know.

Lots of paranormal activity to happen

and they're still young, so there's plenty plenty of time for more creepy encounters, right?

my teen brother is psychic

Okay. I have a story called My Teenage Brother is Psychic. My dear, beautiful, wonderful ghostesses, first of all, thank you for doing what you do. My name is Sophie. Feel free to use my name. I'm a longtime listener and listening to your podcast every hour of every day gives me immense joy. I've always been a believer in the paranormal, but I'd never really had an encounter of my own. I'm so jealous. I don't really know what to make of this story, but here we go. I think my grandpa, dad, and little brother are all psychic.

I love that it's running down the male line of the family.

Mhm. the paternal line. That's not

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usually the case.

My dad's side of the family is from the Philippines, and Filipino culture is rich with elements of the paranormal. I'm not sure why or how, but it seems like all the men in my dad's side of the family line are connected to each other on some deeper plane.

For example, when my dad was a baby, my grandpa was in the Navy on an aircraft carrier halfway across the world. And while on the ship, he had a dream that my dad had rolled off the bed at home. He called my grandma panicking and she confirmed what he had seen in his dream was exactly what had happened. That's wild. As a kid, my dad had plenty of paranormal experiences, disembodied voices, shadow people, etc. Recently, my dad has been more open with us about his gift. For the past couple of months, he has been adamant that something was going to happen in September. Over and over, he would tell me he wasn't sure what, but something was going to happen to us in September. That's so scary. There's one September every year, but there's a lot of years.

There's a lot of years. Well, it's

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September now and something happened. My little brother, I say little, but he's 15. Plays high school football. He's only a sophomore, but he's ranked in the top 25 of quarterbacks in the entire state of Florida. Subtle flex. I'm the oldest sister, so he's basically my firstborn, too. A

Anyways, four games into his football season, my brother blows his ACL. like completely obliterates his ACL. The impact was so bad during the game that his tendon is just completely gone. I'm completely devastated, literally in shambles as we get the news. And he's sitting here completely calm. And then he decides to tell us that for the past month, he has had four dreams leading up to this exact moment.

Her brother.

Yeah.

In the first dream, he was laying on the field injured during the football game.

Oh, I just got chills. I hate that. In the second dream, he was receiving news that he was done for the season. This happened. Then my brother decides to tell us nonchalantly that he had a dream a couple weeks before floating above his

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body watching himself in surgery, which is scheduled to happen.

Finally, the last dream.

Finally, he tells us his last dream was of him training on a field with a giant knee brace and a scar.

When he can go back, he's going to play again.

He can play again. Which maybe is why he was so calm. What happened? He's like, "Well, I know it's gonna work out."

Damn. Also, he's 15,

right? When he told me this, I think my jaw literally dropped on the floor. I made a mandatory family announcement in the following minutes that, hey, when we have a series of dreams that look maybe like premonitions, we should share that with everyone else. We should not keep premonitions to ourselves.

This just happened, so honestly, it's so hard for me to still wrap my mind around. I've never had any paranormal experiences to this day, but my dad and my brother are so open to God, to spirits. I think it's just their default or maybe some sort of patriarchal bloodline thing. In the game where my brother got hurt, my dad said that he

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remembers seeing my brother start to run and just wishing that he could click pause.

He knew something was going to happen.

So sad. Well, that's the hard thing about premonitions. It's like even though you have them, doesn't mean you can change what's going to happen. Yeah, that's I honestly think premonitions are kind of like the worst.

If you could change what's going to happen based on a premonition, have Adam

and if it's like so specific that you know exactly what's happening when, what

but he plays football like there are games every week like you don't know.

And her dad was just like something's in September,

right? How many games are in September and it's just amorphous like something? It doesn't mean it's about the sun.

Are you going to choke on a grape?

Trip on your Stanley and stab it up your brain.

Jesus Christ.

I think about that a lot. really scary.

Oh, that's why I only like drink while I'm sedentary.

Sitting on sitting on your Stanley.

I sit on my Stanley. My nonchalant teenage brother says that he figures it was bound to happen somehow as his premonitions tend to come true. I'm sitting here shocked that premonitions are even something that he has regularly

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because oh, he has neglected to share this. Teenagers. Anyway, y'all make of this what you like. I do think it's cool that my dad and my teenage brother are casually psychic, but for real, when is it my turn?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Much love from spooky Florida, Sophie.

Damn. Like you said, premonitions seem like this blessing and a curse. Like,

yes, Sophie, maybe you want to experience this. But also, I feel like I would be so stressed having premonitions.

Like, I'm stressed not having premonitions.

Yeah, I have had a couple premonitions. It is stressful.

Yeah,

because mine have not been very clear. Mine are like something happens in September or like when I was in high school I was like somebody dies here on this stretch of road

and then it was 11 months later that

Nothing. Yeah. Also like how do you tell the difference between a premonition and an intrusive thought?

Exactly. And as someone who

has a lot of OCD,

went to therapy at 14 for OCD.

Yeah.

Not just like, "Oh my gosh, my house is

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clean. You have OCD." No, I had say I had I have OCD. It's one of those weird things where like I feel like people with OCD, there's like such an awareness where people want to talk about what OCD is and like spread awareness that way. I cannot talk about my OCD because then it starts to I start to think about some of the

you start to think about your OCD

and like part of my OCD stuff is like a tactile thing with like my ankles and my hands and like

so you start being more OCD.

I can't I can't think about it or I have to do my Darth Vader breaths.

I want to hear. Well, it's just like it's like a yoga breath. Like that's what I had to do in therapy. Like that

to take my attention away from Oh,

needing everything to be just right.

psychic in a haunted house

All right. I have one from a listener. We've read a lot of stories from Sam and Sam actually DM'd me when I was in Edinburgh because Sam has a lot of experiences from Edinburgh. But Sam is a psychic medium and this story is called What It's Like Being a Psychic Medium Living in a Haunted House. Hi, beautiful souls. I felt pulled to share more

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experiences of my past with spirits as I've been gifted with the ability to connect with the dead and read energy, aka psychic medium in simple terms. This story is geared towards the house I grew up in as a child and a teenager. My parents bought a beautiful two-story house with 20 acres of land in the middle of the country in 1992, and I am forever grateful to have grown up with so much space to explore and connect to earth. But let's get to the good stuff. I didn't have many sleepovers as most of my friends stayed one night and then chose to never return. One of my friends claimed she was woken up in the middle of the night with a shadow figure peeking through the crack of my bedroom door. Personally, I never witnessed this, but of course, I believed her. And I'm not joking. She literally never stayed at my place ever again. Oh, that's when you know you're really scared. Well, this also makes me wonder, similar to the first story I read, like is there a correlation between becoming a psychic and being in a haunted place?

Oh,

because this place is clearly haunted for everyone,

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right?

But if you live in it, does that like some of us, I think, are naturally just born psychics,

but can you become a psychic because of the house you live in?

And also like maybe it depends on your reaction to it cuz I feel like some people's reaction to living in a haunted place, they might completely close themselves off,

right? It's like you become the opposite of psychic just like you la tunnel vision closing this out.

Sam says one memory that sticks out like a sore thumb is the old hag that paid a visit to me in the middle of the night which left me in complete shock. I can't remember the exact age I was at the time but somewhere around 14 years old. I was sleeping and what felt like a bad dream, I saw this old hag with deep rooted wrinkles, bushy eyebrows, pale skin tone, and blackness in her eyes staring straight into my eyes. Her nose was touching my nose. That is how close she was to my face.

Oh my gosh. I feel like you're choosing a lot where it's like in your face.

Face to face. Do you have to come face to face with an entity to be psychic? Is

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that it? They have to breathe on you and you have to inhale it. They become a part of you.

Yeah, it's like the opposite.

The breath of the other side, they give you access. I was dreaming, so I told myself, "Wake up now." I opened my eyes, but there she was nose to nose with me. I hate that. This old hag of a woman had crazy white long hair and she had no teeth. I was about to say that sounds like my great-grandmother. She has no teeth.

Could be like your great-grandmother. Maybe she I don't know. Did she have dentures at the end? One thing that I loved whenever my grandmother used to stay with us growing up, for some reason she always got my bedroom, which is fine, but I would like still go in and like use my bathroom

and her teeth would always be in a cup of Listerine next to the sink.

Sam says, "I couldn't move. I couldn't yell out for help and I lost all control of my body at this point. One thing I could control, though, was my thoughts. And this woman began to control my body. She began to forcefully push my chin up to show me how she had control of my

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body. I was so scared, but I knew if I prayed to my nanny, Edith, she would make this hellish woman go away.

Her nanny

like grandmother.

Oh, I thought nana nanny

the woman who cared for her as a child.

Nanny Edith.

I was like, "Oh my god, you babysitter."

Mary Poppins. All of a sudden, this entity disappeared into thin air. I called upon my nanny to make this woman go away. and Nanny Edith did just that. This experience left me in complete shock. I had a hard time falling back to sleep for days. What I didn't have as a kid was a mentor to help me protect myself with spirits coming in and out, good or bad. To this day, I am still unaware of who this lady was, where she came from, or what she wanted. But it was the last time I ever felt or sought her. Thank goodness. The history of the house I grew up in sort of explains why there were so many dead people around me. My dad shared with me years after I left the family home when I was 17 years old that a man had died in the house we grew up in. Children were born in that house. It was also a funeral home at one

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point.

Oh my gosh.

A lot of kitchen parties back in the day. The house was built in the early 1900s, but there is no evidence of the exact date or names of people who lived there.

I feel like it lived a lot of lives for just being

1900 years old.

Except my great aunt knew a few things about the house. This is my next story of interacting with a ghost at the age of 11. For whatever reason, I thought it would be a great idea to sleep on the couch just one night. So, I got my blankets, my pillows, and I made a cozy nest on the couch. Feel like that's a fun thing to do as a kid to switch it up. So, you can visualize how my living room was set up. There was a couch against the stairwell that led up to our bedrooms. On the opposite side of the couch was the TV, and the TV was shut off, and I was laying on the couch, but I felt like I was being watched. I began to feel scared. Of course, my mind said, "Dummy, why did you decide to sleep on the couch by yourself with mom and dad so far away?" And my body became cold, and I started to shake, and I looked into the reflection of the TV and noticed that there was a little boy sitting on the stairs, looking down at me right above my head. I couldn't

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believe what I was seeing at this point. An actual ghost sitting on my stairs where I needed to run to wake up my parents. This boy looked to be about 7 years old with tattered clothing and a short bowl haircut. I could see him so well because there was a light on in the hallway that shined down the stairwell. Something I couldn't understand was that he had bruises or dark spots on his face and arms.

Mhm.

Which makes me think of like a weird like an illness of some kind like a plague even though it's 19 I don't know 1900s but

or was he a chimney sweep

or a chimney sweep? It's Mary Back to Mary Poppins.

Back to Mary Poppins. Ash.

So back to me [ __ ] my pants not being able to move. What freaked me out the most was looking at the reflection of the TV, clearly seeing this child staring back at me. This was the first time I ever witnessed a ghost, and I became paralyzed. I couldn't blink. I couldn't yell. I couldn't move or even breathe at the same time. But I could control my thoughts. So, yet again, I prayed for my nanny Edith to make it stop. My eyes were shut. I could feel my heart rate slowing down. And I all of a sudden got this feeling that it was safe

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to open my eyes again. Sure enough, the little boy was gone. Nanny Edith for the win. For years, random things would happen around the house, like our Christmas tree falling down one time as I was waiting for the school bus. Another time, music would turn on by itself and so many other things. It was a running joke in our house that the little boy liked to mess with us. Fast forward to years after my great aunt and I would go blueberry picking and talk about my grandmother.

I love that.

The one that I would pray to a lot is my great aunt's sister, my nanny Edith. So, my great aunt and I became really close and I explained to her one day about seeing the little boy in the house. She said, "I made a promise to your father. I would never tell you these stories."

What?

But she told them to me anyway.

Yeah. You can't just be like, "Oh, I have no idea what you're talking about." If someone finally brings it up, it's like, "Okay, well, you already know, so now I can."

Yes.

Now I can share with you.

Exactly. And what are great aunts for except to tell you things that they shouldn't tell you.

Horrifying tales.

Yeah.

She explained that a man had died on the stairwell because he had asthma. I then put it together. I bet that that little

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boy who was sitting on the stairwell was trying to connect with his dead father by hanging out on the stairs. I also would wake up to jazz music and loud noises and people laughing, thinking it was my parents watching TV, so I'd walk downstairs, ask them to turn the TV down, except nobody was in the living room. This happened a lot, but finally I got used to it. My great aunt explained to me that the best kitchen parties were hosted in that house. I love that kitchen party.

It's a party house. Overall, the house had good and bad spirits. Unfortunately, over 10 years ago, my childhood home was demolished. Because the house was not equipped with baseboard heating, it was heated by oil. And one winter, our tank had a tiny crack and the oil leaked into the ground under our home.

Oh, no.

Which caused us to have to demolish the house.

Oh, I'm sorry. That stinks.

We lost everything in our house except for a couple items. So, the ghosts are forever gone, but my memories of the spirits will live on forever. Although I wonder if the ghosts are still there,

right? Cuz it's like were they attached

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to the actual structure?

Yeah.

And the way the the house was set up or is it the land, the space, just like the memory of the home?

Lots of love to you. Take care, Sam.

Dang.

Wow.

I love that you have so many witchy psychic people in your life, Sam.

And that she's witchy psyche, too, right?

Witchy psych.

Witchy psyche. Although I would not want that like old hag experience. That is so horrifying. And it does like think that you're asleep and that you're in a dream and you finally wake yourself up and you're just experiencing the exact same thing.

Nose to nose with a toothless long-haired gremlin.

It's literally grabbing your head and being like, see you around.

That act is so

it does kind of feel like death eater too where it's just like

sucking the breath out of you.

Also for me like the neck is like the most vulnerable place.

Oh, I think for like a lot of humans,

right? Like I just feel

so I always think if someone attacks me, I'm going to bite into their

Yeah. the artery.

Goodbye. Sorry. That was

We both just We both just thought about

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that too hard.

Yeah.

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