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Now my “flashes” as I call them are different. While I can still sense paranormal things going on, they are more specific. My wife and I were sitting at The Cheesecake factory eating lunch, when an elderly couple sat down across from us.

The man was eighty-ish, and stooped. The woman had a beehive hairdo, and reeked of Eu De Old Lady. I turned to my wife and remarked on the perfume of the woman sitting near us. My wife looked puzzled. “What Lady are you talking about dear?” she said. I looked over and there was no one but the old man there. The lady I had seen was a ghost. There was an imprint from his mind of how he and his wife had done things for all those years. It really shook me up. I am not usually that specific. It was like looking in someone’s window. You know it’s not proper, but it can be hard to look away.

The latest chapter to my paranormal journey is houses, or specific places near houses. I can tell if there are ghosts, or haunting residue there. I look at the house and if it is haunted, I get a flash, a shiver up my neck, and a general image of what’s going on there. It can be anything from a basic sense that there is something off about a place, all the way up to a picture of who is still there. Sometimes it is a flash of what the place looked like sometime in the past when it was important to somebody. More of a residual feeling that a current one.

I wish I had more of a handle on how this all works. I don’t. It just is. I tried to ignore, it for a couple of years, but that would be silly. Do you ignore your other senses? The more I own this part of me, the calmer I become about it. It’s no big whoop, but it is an interesting spice in my life.

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