With Cathleen Ross.
I sold my house recently and moved into part of an enormous mansion. It's very old and dearly in need of maintenance, but I decided it was fine. After all, I was only going to be here for six months or until we found another house and that still stands. What I didn't count on was having to develop my psychic shield and keep it wrapped close around me to keep "them" out.
Now I want to put it on the record I'm not afraid of ghosts and I can cope with one or two, I just wasn't counting on a whole lot of them. Never-the-less, despite my innate psychic awareness that I wasn't the only person living here, I didn't say anything to my family until my spooky sister came to stay.
My sister often talks about the time she nursed. When the people from the other side gathered around the bed of her patients it meant that they only had two weeks left before they passed over. I am used to her stories.Don't raise an eyelid. Now my sister's a lot like me. When you have a gift you have to learn to live with it. She stayed the night and when she woke up in the morning she said to me, "I dreamed there are a lot of people who live in this house."
"Yes the old man doesn't sleep in the bedroom with the old woman."
"And there's a couple living in one of the bedrooms."
My sister preceded with a long list of people who were living in the various rooms of the house.
The only person who currently lives in the main part of the mansion is the elderly owner. Sometimes his son comes to visit, so I had an opportunity to talk to the son. When I recounted my sister's story, he told me his deceased mother never slept in the same bedroom as his father. He also said that fifty years ago, the mansion used to be a boarding house filled with lots of different people before his father bought it. I always like a bit of validation.
My mother decided to visit and while we were in the downstairs kitchen area, we both heard my front door open. A young voice call out, "Hi Mum." And the door closed. I went to say hello to my daughter and there was no one there. Later that day, someone walked by me. Thinking it was my mother, i turned to tell her something and you guessed it, no one was there.
On the weekends I go to my country house to write. I love it because it is quiet and no one disturbs me unlike at the mansion. I didn't bother with my psychic shield as I thought I didn't need it. That night I went to sleep and I dreamed so vividly that lots of different people were gathering around my bed. They wanted to know who I was. They knew I had a gift and could communicate with them. I struggled out of my dream wondering which house I was in and was glad when I realised I was back in my country house. I knew they were the people from the mansion. I told them to stay in their dimension and I would stay in mine. It's been nice and quiet for the past few days but somehow I don't think it's going to stay that way.
Cathleen Ross writes for Harlequin Escape. Her next book, Ruby's Fantasy, is an April 1 release.
***stay tuned next month for the conclusion of Enisa Haines real life paranormal experiences***