Signs From the Dead | Paranormal Visits From Loved Ones & Life Saving Warnings (x326)

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The man I was falling in love with was the same boy I had hung out with countless times in my dreams. Well, we are going to read to you Yes. stories that listeners have sent us in about the visitations they have received paranormally from their loved ones. And you said that you found a way to include some darkness. I always do.

Very spooky. Hi. Woah. Are you okay? I don't [laughter] know. Hi.

I was matching

You were. the vibration of the airplane that's going overhead. Hi everyone. This is not a meditation

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podcast. This is Two Girls One Ghost.

Two gir- Woah, [ __ ] Two

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girls one ghost. Where we're so serious over here. Um we are ghostesses. That's Corinne.

Hi. I'm Sabrina and where are we? Who are we?

we? What is life? Those are the questions that don't ever get answered.

answer. But we will ask what is death? And is it the end? And to which we say hell freaking no.

Yeah, I think that's the like the only thing we are certain of is that there is something after death. Yeah. You know what else I'm certain of? That people continue to confuse me and my brother for twins. Really? Did you guys get confused [laughter] again? So I went on a ski trip with my brother and his fiance, my sister-in-law to be Charlotte, love her. It was just the three of us. And I posted a video of my brother Granted, I'll give people the break because ski gear, it's a lot of whatever. I ski, my brother snowboards.

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I posted a video of my brother snowboarding. You see his face, he waved. He's got facial hair. So many people were like, "Wow, you're so cool. I didn't know you snowboarded." [laughter] Hey, now you know what he looked like with a beard. And then

Oh, I already knew. Like I literally, you know those like oh, change your gender like filters on Snapchat? I always just look at copy and paste of my brother. And that is so funny. Yeah. Well, now you can trick people. Skiing snowboarding.

Letha thought it was my brother. Or what thought it was me.

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I was like

the the gear is bulky, so it's like How's my facial hair looking?

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You do make comments about how hairy you used to be. Still am.

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Nothing's changed. There's wax, there's laser, there's things that we do now. I am lasering right after this recording actually, today. There we go. I've had to reschedule it so many times because I was sick and then I was on antibiotics, and now finally it's happening. Rip or sear sear it off.

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Sear it off with lasers. Destroy it. I really want another tattoo. I was actually looking at your tattoo the other day, the one that is that you did like the disappearing ink and it almost disappeared even though it's been like 3 years.

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Invisible ink. Well, what's it supposed to be? It's supposed to like temporary tattoo. Yeah, that's a disappearing tattoo. It disappears after a while. I love calling it that. I don't know. I'm not in the art world.

did say a year, but it's been like five. Yeah. Would you redo it cuz you did it with your sister? Is Lexi's like that?

Hers is actually a lot thicker than like hers is a lot more visible than mine is.

Wow. Maybe she does less exfoliating than you. Hers is like right here. I don't know if it's like the placement. I don't know. What would you get as your next one? Have you decided? My brother's face, I don't know.

[laughter]

No, um I do want a little alien. I want a little alien. That's great. Just like as a figure or being abducted or probably just like a little face. A little alien face. Little alien face.

I don't know. I like the flash tat

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situation. I don't know what that means.

They're like little small simple designs. Okay. Yeah. Is that like the Miley Cyrus style? Kind of yeah.

Of sleeve I think.

Totally she just has like the little Yeah, the little cute

Like Lady Gaga. Mhm. I like that, too. One day and this is the thing is I don't like to really plan out my tattoos. Like I feel like I may Heat of the moment. Mhm. go and get it, which probably is why I don't

Oh, well, I don't have that many. You have been with me for like almost all of them. I've only been with you for the one on the your first one. Oh, well, I think you were here for these ones cuz I got them on Halloween after our show. You weren't in the room with me, but you were

I was I was physically present in the town.

Yes. But I got tired. And you were blue and had to go home. And Like your stuff is literally blue.

I was a blue I one single blue man group character. So I was painted blue and did not have any interest in going and um drinking and getting tattoos. And I was

were pregnant and couldn't go to that

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one. Yeah. There were reasons, but yeah, no, I was I guess my my energy was there, yeah, but I was only physically present.

Which technically like your energy is always with me. So you only have four? I have 1 2 3 4 5. What's the one on the back of your neck again? You can't read it anymore, but it's a quote from Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You Can Go. It says, You were the one who will decide where to go. And I will stand by that message. It is still like the message that I am trying to live every day. Placement of the tattoo, not great. Quality of the tattoo, very poor. Would I get it again? No. Hey, maybe when when we're in Texas you can go. Okay. If anyone has Austin Well, this comes out after. If anyone has two two plays racks and you have a new tattoo Who knows?

Stay tuned. The mystery. You should go to Black Veil Tattoo in Salem. I know. They actually just followed us on Instagram. That feels like a famous person followed us.

it. I mean it looks so sick in there and I feel like they'd do really good I know.

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cool tattoos and we're in Salem all the time. Okay, stay tuned. The mystery continues. Will I get more tattoos? Probably. What will I get? I don't know. I don't even know. How do you know? Um what is anything? Who are we? Well, we are two girls who have a podcast and are going to read to you Yes. stories that listeners have sent us in about the visitations they have received paranormally from their loved ones. Which is usually a combination of two things. It can be really heartwarming but also often very sad. And you said that you found a way to include some darkness. I always do. Um I can't remember specifically. Um I do think the one that I am reading so every other week we read an extra encounter from that topic on a Patreon exclusive. Mhm. So the one that I picked for Patreon definitely has like some darker some darker themes. themes? Oh my god, I'm so excited for We have a New

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England themed encounters coming up too.

Mhm. And I have the like Patreon bonus and the one I'm reading for Patreon I called my mom yesterday and she was on the phone with uh someone else from like our hometown. I was like patch me through. Patch me through. Like put us all together. Three-way call. Three-way call. My mom was like okay like why do you have to tell Brenda? I read them the email. It is an email a listener sent in not knowing exactly just knowing I was from Vermont but not knowing the specific town and she moved to that town and she worked at the grocery store I went to my whole life and had hauntings from that grocery store. So I was like guys OUR SHAW'S IS HAUNTED. AND I read the email and I'm so so excited for that one.

cool.

that one on the Patreon. I love that.

what what? And they sent them on a goose chase to like go track down everyone we know that works at that grocery store to ask them like if they've experienced anything, too. Wow. Oh my god, it was great. Things to be excited for. So many. Okay, but now we have visits from loved ones. So, do you want to go first? Should we rock, paper, scissors? Yeah, let's do it. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.

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You first. Okay. Okay. I never throw scissors first. Loser.

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That's why you don't do scissors ever. I honestly just short-circuited and just didn't do anything. I think that's what I normally do, too.

Yeah, and I normally win. Well, cuz I think a lot of people do that.

swapped. Swapped places. I'm the winner now. Haha, heehee, hahaha. Haha, you lose, sucker. Loser.

I hung out with my husband in my dreams before we met

Okay, I really like this one. This is a very sweet one. This does not have any demonic ties in it. This is from our listener Lex, and it is called, "I hung out with my future husband in my dreams 12 years before we met."

[sighs]

So, this is a twist on a visit from a loved one. And like an invisible string theory, too. It's kind of a combo. That still counts. We don't need to Your loved one doesn't have to be deceased to have a visitation. Hey, ghouls. I am listening to one of your dream episodes at work, and I decided I needed to take a break and tell you about my most wholesome, crazy [snorts] experience. I have always had very vivid dreams. As a

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kid, I loved sleeping because my dreams were full of adventures in magical, unusual lands. Oh my god, so cool. What's What is that book series, like the Magic Tree House? Magic Tree House. Where like every novel they went into like a different fantasy world. So cool.

literally just I was talking to our our nanny the other day about this. But I saw online someone was being interviewed, and they said like if you could live within one book series, what would it be? And they said, or like in one book world, and they said Magic Tree House. And I was like, that is brilliant, because then you get every world. So smart.

It's such a cheat code. Love it. Okay, as dreams usually are, the settings and events around me were always pretty nonsensical, but I felt like I had free will to move about these odd places as I pleased, which made it so fun and also made me want to sleep all the time. One night I had one of my favorite dreams of all time. I won't go into too much detail because it's like dream logic, it doesn't make a ton of sense. But it consisted of attending an underwater baseball game, a network of shimmery rainbow caves in the jungle,

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and flying on the back of a giant bat. It was awesome. Mhm. I was with my little sister and a boy who was about my age. And I had never met this boy before, which I thought was odd because up until that point, everyone who appeared in my dreams was from my real life. This boy had brown hair and beautiful slightly downturned light brown eyes framed by thick eyelashes. He was a little quiet at first, but brave, kind, and very silly once he opened up. After that dream, this boy appeared in almost every dream I had for years. Dang. And together

Actual travel buddies. we went on

in the dream world many adventures. That is so cool. No matter

This could be a book. Write Write her story as a book. No matter who else appeared in my dream, he was always there, whether for the whole dream or just for parts of it. And over time, I developed a huge crush on him, even though I thought or knew he was just a figment of my imagination. He grew up alongside of me until we reached

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high school. When I finally thought to ask a simple question, but a very important question. I asked, "Are you real?" And he said, "Yes." After that, he was in my dreams less often. His features faded until I could no longer tell what he looked like. The best way you could describe it is how when you see people in like your distant memories, then they're almost blurry or fuzzy. But I could still feel his presence at times, and it was always comforting. But he was no longer the main character. Looking back, I do wonder if it had to do with me asking if he was real. I also had a lot of other nightmares at that time in my life, which he was never in. Either way, I saw him less and less until finally he disappeared completely. But I still thought about him from time to time and wondered if he was real, where is he? But by the time he disappeared, my life was so busy that I really kind of put it in the back of my mind and forgot about it. About a year after the boy's last appearance in my dreams, I met someone through work. He and I didn't talk much at first. I mostly only knew people who knew him,

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but I could tell he was a good person and I just felt this strong connection to him. We started to get to know each other more. We became best friends. And about a year after we first met, we went on our first date. And even though I didn't want to put pressure on it, I just knew he was the one.

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I didn't know it at the time, but he was apparently thinking the exact same thing. Wow. We continued to date, and the more time I spent with him, the more I felt like I had found my soulmate. Now, one day we were at his family's when his mom broke out the old scrapbooks, and we got to photos of him around age eight. I had this feeling that he looked familiar. Brown hair, slightly downturned eyes, chubby cheeks, a sweet smile. I suppressed a gasp as I realized the man I was falling in love with was the same boy I had hung out with countless times in my dream.

I literally got chills. This is so wild. In my dreams, I hadn't seen him grow

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past 14 years old, which explained why I hadn't recognized him as an adult. Plus, as an adult, his hair was darker, he was much taller, broader, his facial features had changed a bit. But after I realized it was him, it all came together. He had the same kind, silly personality, the same sense of adventure, and I had the same strong connection with him. When I fully told him all of this, he told me that while he didn't remember trying to visit me, he had no dreams from the time he was in second grade until high school. So, I'd like to think his spirit or a deeper part of his consciousness wanted to introduce himself to me before we actually met. He doesn't remember having any dreams.

None. That's like almost the craziest part of all of this. There were a lot of other spiritual events that predicted we would get together. For example, my friend gave me a tarot reading that described him exactly, like predicted his astrological sign, told me how we would meet, and he received a spiritual psychic reading blessing when he was in high school that apparently described my personality and my history with scary

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accuracy. Even though we grew up thousands of miles apart, I think the universe was trying every possible time to get us together. We have now been happily married for over 2 years and I have been having a lot of recurring appearances from our future children in my dreams. So, I guess we'll see one day if they turn out to look and act like our dream kids the same way my best little dream friend looked and acted and now is my husband. That is

I know. [laughter] Right, like you are What is your power? Like how did you get this? This is incredible.

That's from Lex. Lex, my god. Like most people would dream of this. The fact that

Literally dream. Literally dream. But like it's not even just one, it's like her husband.

For years and now their future kids. And what is this world that you're going to because clearly it's like a higher plane of some kind if it is truly where you're seeing real life people who are going to come into your life. Yeah. It's interesting

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too cuz I'm wondering what her husband experienced when he was 14. Was it just simply like puberty where it was like he no longer had access cuz there was too much going on? Maybe.

But it seems like Lex has always it's been unchanging. Right. Well, and her husband doesn't recall it. Like it's like his subconscious is doing it, but he's not it's his soul, not his Well, is he doing it at all or is Lex pulling

Oh my god. everyone to her. Lexi, you're a witch. You witch. Oh my gosh, that is so cool.

I love finding twists on visit from loved ones cuz I was like, I don't want to constantly cry in these heartwarming [laughter] episodes. Oh man. Well,

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are you going to make me cry? I don't know. I can't promise. I always No, maybe. I don't know. Okay. I kind of can't remember what I picked out cuz

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I picked them like a couple weeks ago.

recording on the day of the blood moon lunar eclipse and I feel like emotions

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Yeah. are creeping, which Did anyone get to see it because it was too close to the horizon for us here in New England.

up on my roof at 6:00 a.m. waiting to see it and looked everywhere, no moon. Same. I literally pulled up my like Yes, same. Planet. to see where it was. I was like, am I not knowing where west is? Yeah. And it was like basically below the tree line. It was on the horizon. So, you have to be like on a mountain looking down because if you were just on flat land, I think most people had an obstructed view, unfortunately. I feel

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signs from mom

Okay. I have one called Well, it doesn't

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matter. You'll find out. Keeping it secret until

It's from Melissa. Okay. Hello lovely ghostly ones. I'm a new listener and I'm 100% hooked on your podcast. I have so many stories I'd love to share. I grew up in the deep woods of Vermont. And my favorite ghost story is the legend of Sleepy Hollow. But I live in Pennsylvania now, but I still house sit for my dad in Vermont sometimes. And when I do, I like to wander around old cemeteries and look for poetic epitaphs. One of us. I went to a college that opened in 1792 and one of its buildings used to be a hospital in the American Revolution. So yeah, there are many stories. Damn. I also have several tales of our house ghost whose name is Wallace. Wallace.

comfortable cohabitation going on, though he was a little excited when he first realized that I knew he was there.

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So cute.

I had to ask him to stop running up and down the stairs behind me because it kind of freaked me out. He very kindly woke me up from one of

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those dreams where you're trying to scream, but you can't. And then he snapped the hall light back on when he thought I forgot to say goodnight one night.

Wait, that's so sweet. I love Wallace.

He's like, but just love me and pay attention to me, too. Wait, I want to know Wallace's story.

Right? And so did you give him the name Wallace or did he somehow tell you his name? Interesting, good questions. All of that aside, I was inspired to write after listening to an episode of Two Girls One Ghost that had several heartwarming stories of loved ones who visited after passing. My mom passed away a year ago this coming October. And this was sent in 2025. Sorry for your loss. That's so tough. I'm not quite sure how 12 months will have passed without the person who was with me from the very second cells started doing their thing to create me. We were very close. We looked alike and we were often mistaken as sisters because she looked younger than she was and I appeared premature.

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I always said that it was the two of us against the world for so many years. We had lots of adventures and so much

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laughter. Little things started telling us that her memory was fading and over 10 years she became more and more frail with more and more of her mind disappearing. So true. I spent as much time with her as I could driving up to southeastern Vermont from Pennsylvania and she was best described by a friend of many years who said that she was the kindest heart with an iron backbone. I learned everything from her.

That is like the best combination.

Yeah. And I feel like the hardest thing to like find the balance of. Mhm. To have like a really strong backbone but be so super kind. Wow. Yeah. I'm going to get that tattooed.

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Oh. What? An iron backbone?

have like a a tattoo idea.

What's your tattoo idea?

Well, it's straight up from this listener who said that she likes going to cemeteries and like finding different epitaphs. If you have like little gravestones with the kind of like mottos to live by. Oh, that's as a tattoo.

It's just so big. Where would that be?

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Right. I think it's for someone who has like a full back back tattoo or like a sleeve where it's the same thing all the way through. It's not for you. It's just

For some of all of us out here. And so it was Melissa. Yeah. It wasn't me, it was Melissa. She loved nature, people, art, pastry making, cake decorating, and she absolutely loved music. So, when she was moved into hospice last year, I made a long playlist of every song that I could think of her loving. Starting [clears throat] with her prom song with my dad called Moon River all the way into the 2000s. And it was so much fun to play the playlist and watch the little sparks of recognition in her eyes. The song she especially connected to was Country Road by John Denver. Is that the country road take me home?

I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful goodbye with my mom. As I left her room, I knew that I wouldn't see her conscious and awake again. Aw. [clears throat] She had almost named me Joy because she had wanted me so much. Over my whole life she would say, "You

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are my joy." Ultimately, she decided on Melissa though because my dad's last girlfriend before her was named Joy.

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Oh, I thought I thought she was going to say that was named Melissa. I was like, "Wow, we really like the ex-girlfriend." So, I gave her a big smile, I kissed her forehead, and I told her that we loved each other. Before I left, I stopped in the doorway and I turned back to blow her a kiss. She lit up, managed to get her hand out from under the covers, and blew me a kiss back. While her passing was a gift to see her free from pain, my grief was deep. I just wanted a sign from her because I didn't know where she was anymore. The next day I went to an antique mall in Chester, Vermont as I was house sitting for my dad. I wanted to get out and be Is Chester, Vermont where they have the dog chapel? Hold on. Give me 1 second. There's a dog chapel? Oh no, sorry. It's St. Johnsbury. Church for dogs? Yeah. Wait, no, like what? It's like for people's like the memories

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of all the animals that they So people

Yes, basically. But they put pictures of their dogs like all over the walls and there's like dog statues and

I was imagining like a church where dogs sit in the pews and Yeah, it's where it's the gathering of the canine. Yeah.

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To howl at their god. The cat. Cuz cats rule the world, as we all know. Okay, so antique mall Chester, Vermont. I wanted to get out and be around people peripherally, and so I was there for a long time walking up and down the aisles enjoying the odds and ends, my heart aching. I hadn't noticed there was music on until I heard the opening of Country Road. I stopped short and laughed. "I hear you, Mom." Aw. I said. But it didn't stop there. After her funeral, there was a wonderful luncheon put on by the church bereavement group. Mom had wanted a party. Family, friends, new and old, eating, telling stories, laughing. I sat next to someone who said, "Of

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course you are." when I introduced myself as Peggy's daughter. "You look just like her." Aw. Taking a moment to look around and see and feel all of the love for my mom, the Spotify station the church had put on randomly, well, it played Country Road. One of the things Mom wanted at her funeral was a piece that she had written about what she believed at her core in life. It was a lovely testament to her faith, something that we once shared. Where her faith never once wavered, mine was dwindled to hardly anything. So I tried to take this piece to heart. She said that one day in the 1970s, when bumper stickers were new and they were a big thing, she was driving behind a car and the bumper sticker said, "God is love." And that was her core belief with a lot of gratitude attached. I printed out copies of this piece and I put them by our photo collages of Mom for folks to see at the table. After the last guest left, I realized how exhausted I was. The funeral was in New York state where mom had been in hospice.

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There were five of us in my little SUV driving back together to Pennsylvania. My husband, me, our two college-aged kids, and a friend of theirs. I slept a lot. I could not wait to get home. Content that the service was done and that so many had come, including the hospice staff, bless them. That's so sweet. Yeah, like that proves that she made like an impact on their lives, too. Aw. writes, who surrounded me when I broke down. So sweet. I woke up at one point to the sky darkening and I found that we were only 10 minutes from our little house. I sat up, stretched, and at a stoplight I looked at the car ahead of us. On the back of the car, there was a round bumpers bumper sticker that said, "God is love." Aw. She kept at it. I tell everyone that she has made it abundantly clear that she is happy and whole wherever she is now. And it's like she is in the afterlife saying, "Watch this." And then Zapp's assigned to me. If I miss her particularly, something will always happen. I love

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song on the radio that the announcer told listeners is called "Mother Means Comfort." The title of a poem from a daily poetry email I get called "My Mother's Kitchen." And mom was a dessert and pastry chef. One of my favorites was when I called the doctor's office and was put on hold. Mom's love for music had latched onto elevator music in her last couple of years. She always had the elevator music blasting. Yeah, it's relaxing. The muz- Muzak song that was coming through the phone to my ear made me smile and then I realized and teared up when recognizing that this was actually my parents' prom song, "Moon River." Luckily, no one at the doctor's office picked up until the song had played all the way through. Honestly, it felt like I was having a conversation with my mom.

time that being put on hold and listening to the hold music is like wanted and desired. So, faith or no faith in God or a deity, I believe there is something beyond this life. What? I

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don't know, but I do know that my mom is there and she'll be the one quite literally jumping up and down when it's time for me to join her. Aw. See you on the other side, Melissa. Melissa, that is really, really beautiful. Wow. I do really believe like even like to to the bumper sticker of like God is love. I think

Mhm. love is one of the most powerful things you can experience in life. Even in the March bonus that we did about Ida Croatic where she was talking about how like love and that type of connection brings you to a higher spiritual level.

Yeah. Yeah, and I feel like it's like often times someone's protection against something dark. It's like you're almost impenetrable to a point if

there's like too much love emanating from you. Yeah. So, be good, be kind, and love the people around you even more.

my dead ex is co-parenting our ghost daughter

Okay. This is called My Dead Ex Is Co-Parenting Our Ghost Daughter.

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Lot of lot of ghosts here.

Content warning, this does involve a car accident death, loss of pregnancy, and I like this, cringe theater kid flirting techniques.

[laughter]

Hey Gusta says with the Mosta says, "This story has been kicking around for a little while and I just feel like y'all are the ones who would want to hear it. I've got more than a few students who listen to the podcast, so call me Sylvia if you happen to read this.

Ooh.

I mean, if they are listening, they're going to guess it's me anyway, but

I was just thinking. I was like, "How exciting to be listening and then being like, wait a second, I think this is my teacher." Is this?

Is this? But I'm making them work for it. This is a long story that took place over a decade. So, here's the setup. Early career theater artists often work short-term summer gigs called summer stocks, and these jobs are unbelievably low paid. I think my first one paid like $120 a week, but the hours are insane. It's a wonder anyone makes it out alive.

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Sometimes they don't, which is part of the story. For as hard as they are though, there is simply nothing like being a 20-year-old theater kid far from home with a bunch of other 20-year-old theater kids working just as hard as you, spending every minute outside work being drunk or high, and getting up to high jinks. Kid, you haven't lived till you're spending the summer stoned around a bonfire in the middle of nowhere Maine talking about Shakespeare till 3:00 a.m. and making out with simply anyone who walks by.

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I work in costumes, and this story starts at my first gig, which I won't name, but is an outdoor theater in a canyon in the Southwest. Why do I feel like every theater party that I went to in high school, like everyone just made out with each other, and it was like not even like a sexual make out. It was just like because we could. It feels very like the stereotype of like band camp. It very Theater camp and band camp. Isn't that what happens there?

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my dead ex is co-parenting our ghost daughter cont’d

Okay, so it was 2012, the summer I turned 21, and I had just finished driving halfway across the country with my sister, put her on a plane back to South Carolina, and showed up to the main office of the theater to get my housing assignment. I was meant to be in a two-bedroom apartment with the female assistant technical director. And then the person assigning the room goes, "Oh, by the way, is it okay if we put you with one of the male dancers?" They all assumed Cindy and I would share a room with Andrew. I just a sort of assumed that he was gay and was like, "Oh, yes, absolutely. Please put me with a gay dancer." There were a lot of assumptions going around. Once I got to the apartment, however, Cindy had been there for some time, and this is a room where it was like a single bedroom and then a double. So Cindy had taken the single, meaning that I would be with Andrew in the double. Tech staff had been there for a few days before performers, so Andrew didn't move in for a bit. And when he did, our schedules were so opposite that we didn't meet for a while. He was very

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sweet and didn't want to scare me by just being a man all of a sudden in my room. [laughter] So he kept sleeping on the couch until we could formally meet. A little farce played out where we just kept missing each other the whole time he lived in the apartment except for one morning at 7:00 a.m., I accidentally woke him up on the way out out of the door. Wait, this is so funny cuz like she sees him sleeping on the couch. Right.

never actually like shook hands and

It is awkward.

Right. Like you know you're supposed to be there and you know who the other person is and like the arrangement, but it is still kind of It's funny.

It's weird. I accidentally woke him up on the way out the door. But it was dark, and so we awkwardly were like, "Hey. Oh, hi. So sorry. didn't mean to wake you. Nice to meet you. Okay." And that was literally it. After a few days, a room opened up in an all dude apartment, and he moved out. So, I assumed that would be the end of the entire thing. Just a funny little footnote to the beginning of the summer. But then he came in for his costume fitting, and all bets were off. We were both like, "Well, [ __ ] We

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really should have shared a room. That would have been something else." Because he definitely was not a gay dancer. Obviously, we hooked up on opening night. It was simply inevitable. We had so many connections. We were phantom roommates. We were both cute and dumb and in our early 20s. There was just no way getting around it. I even did the thing where I stole his hat and sort of just wore it around opening night party. What the hell's up with that move? I did it I did that move so many times. It's like one of those things where it's like it feels so flirty when you do it between you and the other person, but like to anyone else who's watching, it's so awkward. Yeah. A flirting in general, just watching it is such a

Yeah. thing to observe.

[laughter]

Don't let that stop you.

It Well, yeah, and it worked. It worked every time. However, because of the summer stock, the rumor mill kicked up and kind of sucked the fun out of it, and we never got past that. So, we never dated. We just kind of hooked up at parties, and it became a practical joke war that I can't believe he thought for

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one second he could win. Or maybe he didn't, and it was just his way to flirt. One notable party hookup, though, the condom fell off. In my whole life, it is the only time I ever thought I might really be pregnant. I missed my period. I gained weight. My body was weird. And to this day, I'm still pretty sure I did get pregnant. And when I did start my period, it was bad. A lot of blood. And I really think I had an early miscarriage. But at the time, I didn't think into look into it too much. Anyway, I never told Andrew any of I think I only told one person that it happened because I didn't really know what it was. The summer wrapped up, everyone went their separate ways. Andrew and I were Facebook friends, but not like friend friends. I finished undergrad and the next summer I went off to another summer stock, and he went back for a second summer at the same theater we had been to the year before. It had been a whole year we hadn't talked at all besides like a like on one another's pictures or a happy birthday post. In

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the fall, I was starting grad school for costume design and settling into my haunted 1890s farmhouse that was in the woods, and I lived in the attic, which is a whole other story, but my first night alone in this apartment before classes started, I was trying to keep off the ghosts, and I was up doing some crafty nonsense, watching New Girl, and I made a post about, "Oh my god, I can't believe it's taking me so long to start watching New Girl." Andrew replied to my post and was like, "I told you you would love it. I'm a Schmidt." And that little exchange led to us having a short, fun text conversation where it really felt like, "Oh, okay, we can be friends now." 48 hours later, it's my second day of grad school, and I woke up at like 4:00 a.m. sitting straight up in bed, like can't catch my breath. I wasn't sick, my cat was sitting beside me, no one was blowing up my phone, everything was fine, but I felt weird, like something made me wake up at that time, and I just felt really unsettled. I didn't know what it was, and after a little bit, I

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logged onto Facebook and started seeing some posts from a lot of mutual friends. I just can't believe it. This is so tragic. Pray for our theater family. Things like that. So, I frantically start messaging everybody trying to see what's going on, but I just knew. I had no reason to know, but I knew. Then, someone finally answered me and said there was an accident coming back from a party that night, and a semi truck hit a car of six people head-on. Andrew was in the car and didn't survive. It happened like the time that Sylvia woke up, too. Yeah. This sent me on a years-long struggle with owning and feeling entitled to grief and trying to allow myself to feel my emotions, not to power past them. I still went into my 8:00 a.m. class that morning. I spent so long feeling like I didn't have a share in the grief because I wasn't there when it happened and he and I weren't that close. It's taken me actual years to process that morning and I don't know that I'm even done processing. But I didn't have anywhere to put my sadness.

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I was alone in Georgia in an incredibly intense grad program. So, I just dove into work and tuned it all out. He was gone. It didn't technically affect my life in a tangible way, so I didn't want to be selfish and self-serving by taking time to mourn. Roughly four or five months later, I was in the costume shop working at a table by myself, hand sewing something. I had my headphones in when out of nowhere, the headphones just fall out of my ears. I can't describe it any other way. It was just like they were like pulled out of my ear and then I had this feeling of like holding my breath and sinking underwater. And I instantly knew that Andrew's spirit was there and that he was holding something and that he was so excited and couldn't wait to show me. Oh, no. My heart. He was holding our child and he was showing me like we were in love and like we were a family and it was like this big romantic thing. He was showing me like, "Look, we're co-parents and I'm fine where I am and look, I found her." She was about a year old, had his light brown hair and a smile with big eyes and

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freckles and she was just I mean, I had never wanted children in my life, but seeing her, even if it was like in my mind's eye, I just loved her. He told me her name, but I can't remember it. I don't think I was supposed to know it yet. Moments later, I kind of came to my shop manager shaking me and making me drink water because he thought I had like passed out from exhaustion or sleep deprivation. Flash forward to the 10th anniversary of the crash. It was coming up. I was running my university costume shop, designing shows across the country, doing the thing I had dreamt of doing. And I was so busy that I really didn't remember the date or know or consciously I wasn't aware that this was the anniversary. But around August, I had this really hyperrealistic dream. I was dreaming that I was on a road trip with my sister around the country visiting all these theaters I had worked at because I had left important things at each one and I needed to collect them. It was like bits of my sewing kit had been scattered around the country and it was time to collect them and put my kit back

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together. The Canyon Theatre was the last stop. This was the theater where we met each other. We managed to make it just in time to see the musical number and they added in a tribute to the crash victims. It was sunset and a ray of sun was cresting over the canyon wall throwing a beam of light off to my left towards the backstage area. So I followed that beam of light with my eyes and there he was, Andrew. Beckoning me to come backstage with him. We had to be quiet because the show was going on, obviously, but then he pulled back the curtain and showed me our daughter, who was now about 11. And she was doing the steps to the dance and he laughed and joined her and was teaching her how to dance and just kept looking at me like, "Do you see this? Do you just see how wonderful she is?" This one's making me cry.

[laughter]

I know you said you didn't want to cry. You picked out a crier. He then pointed me out to her and she came up to me and handed me purple sewing snips I used to wear around my neck the summer that I worked there. She gave me a hug and went back to finish the dance. I watched them together for a little while until the

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song was over. And he came back to stand with me and watch her. He squeezed my hand and then let me know it was time for him to go. I turned and went back to join my sister who was like, "What are you doing? Who were you talking to?" And then I looked down and saw a piece of paper in my hand. He must have slipped it into my hand when he squeezed it. The note was so simple, it just read, "We're okay. We're really okay." And there was the little hand-drawn smiley face. I woke up from that dream and just had this lightness in my chest. It felt like he was making the rounds near the time of the anniversary, just checking in on people, letting them know he's fine. But he had something extra to show me. I'm an atheist and I don't really know how I feel about the afterlife. I don't know if it's reincarnation or if maybe your spirit gets taken to your you form and you spend time doing things that held the strongest meaning for you. I don't know. Maybe the reason he's never changed is that him at 21 was the most he he felt or most himself he was. But she gets to keep growing because she never got to. And now he's a single

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ghost dad fulfilling his spirit and making him happy and gets to dance with her and be a dad like he always wanted to be. I don't know if it's just my brain trying to reconcile loss and validating my feelings, reminding me that I am connected to the grief, or if he really is visiting me. I feel like he's visiting you. Cuz there's also surprising things coming up. It's not like you're you're seeking some of these moments out. It's The information's being relayed to you that you didn't necessarily know.

Right. See you and Andrew and my maybe child on the other side, Sylvia, for the sake of the story. Wow. Sylvia. It also just like is so magical because it's like a love that they never really got But it does make me believe that they are so interconnected. Yeah. That unfortunately maybe this life they didn't get to have that full At least you got to know each other and have like part of life with you.

Right. But that maybe in the next life like you'll get a different different

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journey. Yeah. And also I think there's something just to it that there were so many like good memories, right? It's like

It's not like they were dating for years and years and something happened. It was like

Right. this like intense fun burn of a romance.

Yeah. That sort of like Where you like kept being drawn back to each other.

maybe? Will they, won't they? And your next life, I think it's that certain.

Yeah. I also I'm so curious to cuz I I don't know time frame of like when that last dream was, but I'm curious to see if Andrew and Sylvia's daughter will show up mhm like in future dreams later in life at like different moments. Right. It is interesting like her Yeah. continuing to grow up. It does make me think like the three of them have to in some way be connected.

soul pair.

100% How about however your

relationship is 100%

in every life, but it does feel like they're all supposed to be like

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decapitated uncle is my family's guardian angel

Okay, this is a story called my decapitated uncle is my family's guardian angel. Does that mean he shows up? Not way. Okay. Certainly a catchy title. Very. Hi ghostesses, my name is bug and I recently started your podcast. So cute. Bug. I started your podcast from the beginning. I'm on episode 62. Y'all have gotten me through so many work days and long drives, so thank you for all that you do. Now to get into the stories. I come from a family of uh well, with interesting history. There's a line of psychics, mediums, and potentially witches. So I have a ton of spooky stories to share. And here are

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just a few to get us started. When I was a kid, we had a family reunion with my mom, her parents, her three sisters, my two cousins, my brother and I, and we took a picture at my Lola, which is my grandmother, at my Lola's house. We posed along a set of stairs. My pop-pop was at the bottom with all of the grandkids. The oldest of us wasn't even 13 at the time. And then my Lola, my mom, my aunties, they're all lined up behind us. Someone set a timer on their phone and we all said our last name like cheese, but instead insert last name here. Well, we came to look at the picture and we were pretty pleased when one of my aunties said, "Wait, whose hand is that?" Everyone started looking and sure enough, there was an extra hand on someone's shoulder.

have the photo? No. Oh.

[laughter]

Wait, there's an extra hand on someone's shoulder? But that's so loving. We tried so many times to disprove it from looking at the picture to tracing where everyone's hands were and even recreating the picture to see if anyone

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could have placed their hand at that angle. And the answer was no, there simply was not anyone in the house ghost hand who wasn't in the picture who could have been pranking us either. So, we literally could not figure it out. Especially since it was obvious that this hand was a man's hand and the family was mostly women. So, we talked it up to being my uncle's hand. See, my uncle R died about 30 years ago. It was honestly kind of tragic. He and his high school sweetheart were riding on the back of his motorcycle when they got in an accident and were decapitated. This happened way before I was born. So, maybe when my mom was 20. That's so horrific.

This led my family down some pretty dark paths, but ever since he died I swear my uncle R has been keeping track of us. Just a few years after his death, my mom was driving home alone sitting at a red light. And once the light turned green, she heard her brother's voice say, "Bubbles, wait." Bubbles was her childhood nickname. She had chills all over and she waited

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when not even 2 seconds later a semi-truck came barreling down the intersection running the red light. I'd choose out, too.

[gasps]

Bubbles, wait. He saved her life. She got home and she didn't tell anyone what happened because she was just so shaken up. But later that night my mom got a call from her cousin M. M told my mom to be careful because she had a dream the night before that my mom was in her Jeep, a red Jeep, and it flipped upside down because a big semi-truck ran into her. Full body chills. Now, hearing and experiencing all of these stories growing up, of course I was going to develop an affinity for the supernatural. So, in true fashion, last fall my best friend and I went to a graveyard where my mom's family is buried. First, I went to go say hi to my mom's identical twin L. L had died a month after they were born on my Lola's birthday. Around her grave were variations of my father's name. For example, if his name was Bob John Smith, there'd be other gravestones that were like John Smith

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and John Bob and Bob Smith. It's insane. Anyways, after finding L's grave, my friend and I went to go find my uncle R. We were searching about 40 minutes to no avail. It was starting to get dark. We were tired. We were hungry, but we were still determined. So, I literally said in my head, "I just wish I had a sign." When all of the sudden, a murder of crows started started calling. I look over and I see that there's a fox right below them. The fox literally looks at me in the eyes, holds eye contact for a few seconds before it slowly starts trotting away. Something told me I should follow the fox. But, as a baby witch who has had a hard time trusting her instincts, I didn't listen. My friend and I kept searching the cemetery and we're all the way on the other side when the crows start calling again. I look over and I see the fox. Again, the fox makes eye contact with me almost as if it was sure that I was watching. And as soon as I was, it

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started trotting again. So, this time I follow the fox. It leads us through three different areas of the cemetery. When all of the sudden, it trots over to a grave. It stands on top of it. It looks at the headstone as if it's reading it. Then the fox turns, looks at me, literally [ __ ] nods, and then trots into the bush never to be seen again. I have full body chills. I run over to the gravestone. It was my uncle. That is wild. My eyes start tearing up. I start laughing so much before I can even start talking to my uncle.

so unbelievable. It's so wild. I'm not sure if it was a spirit guarding the cemetery or maybe my uncle coming through as a fox, which kind of totally makes sense. He was in a Filipino gang and was kind of mischievous. But, I'm so grateful for that night. And even still, when I'm at my Lola's house or I simply don't know what to do, I speak to my uncle R and I can almost always hear him speaking back.

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Wow.

Love you guys. Thank you for everything. See you on the other side, bug. Bug. Uh for sure that was his spirit as the fox because like I feel like the attitude, the like, "Hey, you coming?" The double checking the name like, "Oh yeah, this is this is mine. I remember."

Yeah, the fox's behavior too being like, "Are you looking at me? Are you sure you're not breaking eye contact? Okay, come on. Let's go. Read the headstone. You got it? Yeah." Like it was like Wow.

are the steps. And the saving bubbles. Bubbles wait.

Bubbles wait. That's amazing.

the relative, I can't remember if it was like a sister or cousin or something having the dream that she had gotten in the like It was almost like R was doing so many different things to try to prevent the accident from happening.

Or like it was supposed to happen and like that was being read in the universe by the relative cuz she's from a family of psychics and witches and yeah, mediums and stuff. But he was able to break through and tell her

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to to stop. Wait, give it a second. I hope

Wow. Wow. Wow. May you all who are listening have spirits who intervene and save your life. You might not even know it's happening. You might not get such a direct thing as bubble stop. It might be as simple as you don't know where your keys are for 2 minutes, but those 2 minutes saved you from something. Yep. Wow.

my dad's spirit turned me into a believer

Okay, I have one to wrap us up on, but then also there will be an extra story on Patreon. Um this is from our listener Amelia and it is called my dad's spirit turned me into a believer. Hi Sabrina and Karan. Spotify recommended me your podcast about 2 months ago and

Oh, thanks Spotify.

Yeah, thanks Spotify. And I have been catching up on my daily hour commute to school and to work. I love your stories and they've kept me looped into the spiritual realm as I get really busy and I forget to practice my witchcraft. I have always been very interested in the paranormal, but I've also kept it at arms length out of fear and I was

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too hesitant to proudly proclaim myself a believer. But the story I'm about to tell you changed my view on the universe, its powers, and it has shown me that spirits aren't always scary. For some background, my dad struggled with alcoholism for his entire life. Beer was his drink of choice. The summer before my freshman year of college, he hit rock bottom due to a couple of traffic incidents and he finally started to get sober. However, after weeks of headaches and delusions mistaken as side effects from his withdrawal medication, he got diagnosed with glioblastoma, a brain cancer, and had a prognosis of 12 months.

Oh my gosh. About 3 months into treatment, he was put onto hospice and for the time of his illness, he was extremely delusional and often hallucinated all sorts of things in one corner of the room. That was so scary.

So sad. One time, about a month before he passed, he told my mom of a man standing in this corner. When my mom asked who the man was, my dad replied, "The Grim

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Reaper. He's waiting for me." Now, when he passed, our entire family was by his side and we were in our house. We watched him take his last breath and my sister, his favorite child, swears she saw a bulb of light escape from his mouth. Why did it feel like his favorite child had a little bit of Mhm. Like she had to like His favorite.

Yeah.

[laughter]

And it is in parentheses, my sister, his favorite child.

That night, I struggled to sleep and as I was struggling, I heard five distinct beer bottles being thrown into the trash. My sister heard two more in the morning. The following day, my siblings, my mom and I were all debriefing and we moved from the dining room into the kitchen and as we did my sister placed her vape in the center of the dining room table. We were all in the kitchen when we saw her vape literally fly off the table and onto the floor. The same day at 11:58 a.m. we heard someone turn our side door handle trying to come in.

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My dog even started freaking out and barking. The next day same time 11:58 a.m. our side door fully opened. Again, my dog started freaking out. The day after we heard our second side door which is located on the front of our main side turn like the doorknob turn. Same thing dog freaks out. I look at the time 11:58 a.m. After the day we had my dad cremated we no longer heard the door opening and nothing as strong happened again other than just small noises here and there. Also one pretty large detail so my family and I immigrated from Poland meaning my parents and my siblings and I were the only ones in the United States. While my dad was sick he constantly asked why his brother wouldn't come to the states to say goodbye to him to which his brother later admitted it was simply too hard. But the night after my dad passed we had to call everyone call our friends and family to let them know and we called my aunt and this is my dad's brother's wife. She immediately told us before we could even tell her

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that she knew what had happened. She said that the night before she woke up to my dad standing at the foot of her bed the night that he died. Oh my god.

She immediately knew that he had passed. I think my dad was trying to speak to his brother one last time but the same way he was afraid to come to the states he had closed himself off so he went to say goodbye through my aunt. Thank you for reading and thank you for the most interesting podcast around. Warm regards Amelia. This is just like it's so incredible to me how many people like the night something happens either get a visit from a loved one have a dream about the loved one, or just like somehow in their body know something happened. Yeah. And this is this is proof. Families families proof. And like her dad kept making visits like everyone. Mhm. I'm curious about the time, 11:58 a.m.

Yeah. If that correlated with his death at all. Right. Or even just like something

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with Like it just reminds me cuz obviously like the diagnosis is so tragic and him kind of like being in this sort of Yeah. weird liminal state. Yeah. It reminds me of my Grammy the last week of her life when we were alerted by the staff that like she was about to go and she'd been suffering from dementia for like 10 plus years. Yeah. But that one of the moments that they thought like she was dying, which was two days before she actually died, She didn't die.

I had a paranormal encounter in the middle of the day, like during her nap.

No, I think about my grandma, too, like who granted like there are side effects of dementia where people like hallucinate and see things, but I also believe like they're seeing the paranormal realm. Like they're literally at the doorstep. My grandma was seeing things and talking about people like from her past. Damn. Wow. I held it together. I'm pretty proud of myself.

I had a moment.

this is the first one where we haven't cried. Yeah. And I think it's because of where we are currently in our

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[laughter]

We're so tired. And get like our really

[gasps and laughter]

Our editor Jamie's incredible. What you guys won't see is we're repeating every like three words because we can't read today. So I think those things have have uh drawn us out of it slightly. I texted Corinne last night after I cuz I worked from like 8:00 a.m. till 11:30 cuz I was just like a long day of stuff and like when I'm in a creative writing mood and I work late, I am so wired. Like I just can't sleep. Like it takes hours and hours to fall asleep after that, which is why I usually don't work till 11:30, but I texted you and I was like, "I'm either going to be exhausted or really freaking weird tomorrow." And you got the exhausted.

Yeah, I remember that. I responded to it at 12:15 a.m. So, I was like, "Oh, yeah, we'll see how we'll see how it goes. Hope you get some sleep." Well, if any of you have any encounters with loved ones, we would love to hear them. Or if you have any paranormal encounters at all, just because we've

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covered a theme or a topic on an encounters episode does not mean we won't cover it again or that we can't find a different theme to fit your story in. So, please email us all of your paranormal encounters. We might even just like revisit a topic because of your email. Right, exactly. And we still do little kitchen sink where we just grab whatever.

free-for-all. Um so, email them to us at twogirlsoneghostpodcast@gmail.com. And if you want an extra story and also bonus content and episodes 1 week early and ad-free, join us on Patreon. And rate and review us on iTunes, watch us on YouTube.

And uh yeah, one more story is on Patreon available now. Shout out to Jamie Ryan who edits and produces Two Girls One Ghost. And thank you to all of you. We love you. And we will see you on the other side. Very spooky.