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You guys, we have a book recommendation for you. It is from number one New York Times and USA Today best selling author, Jennifer L. Armentrout. Here comes the complete Summer King saga. It's three parts, one epic romance.
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Oh, yeah. Cold, heartless, deadly. Whispers of his name alone bring fear to Fae and mortals alike. Caden, the Prince is the most dangerous being in the mortal world. Haunted by a past he couldn't control and driven by a singular desire. Revenge. And there's only one person who can help him.
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Brighton knows better than to trust him. Raised in the Order, she's seen the atrocities Caden is capable of and reformed or not, she wants nothing to do with him until he leaves her no choice. Forced into an uneasy alliance, she discovers the man beneath the ice. A man whose touch burns with forbidden heat and whose gaze holds a wicked promise. I just got chills from that sentence.
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Yes. This is so up our alley.
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It sounds so sexy. We should read this for a book club.
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Seriously, I love Fae novels, especially in the summer. There's something about just like sitting in a breezy summer's day with flowers around you, and you're just like, I could use some love and danger in the fae world and this is the perfect book for you. Previously published as the novellas the Prince, the King and the Queen. This is definitely a must read.
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It's available in ebook and print.
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Very spooky.
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Hi.
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Whoa. Are you okay?
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I don't know. Hi. I was matching. You are the vibration of the airplane that's going overhead. Hi, everyone.
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This is not a meditation podcast.
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This is two girls, one ghost.
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Two girls. Whoa, shit.
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Two girls, one ghost.
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Where? We're so serious over here. We're your ghostesses. That's Corinne. Hi, I'm Sabrina. And where are we? Who are we?
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Who are we? What is life?
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Those are the questions that don't ever get answered. We'll never answer. But we will ask, what is death? And is it the end. And to which we say, hell freaking no.
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Yeah. I think that's like the only thing we are certain of is that there is something after death. Yeah.
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You know what else I'm certain of? That people continue to confuse me and my brother for twins.
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Really? Did you guys get confused again?
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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. I posted a video of my brother snowboarding. You see his face? He waves. He's got facial hair. So many people were like, wow, you're so cool. I didn't know you snowboarded.
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Hey, now you know what he looked like with a beard. And I already knew.
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Like, I literally, you know those like, oh, change your gender. Like filters on Snapchat. I always just look exactly copy and paste of my brother.
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That is so funny.
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Yeah.
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Well, now you can trick people skiing, ski.
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Even Litha. Litha thought it was my brother or thought it was me.
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I was like, you know, the gear
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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.
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Still am. Nothing's changed.
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There's wax, there's laser. There's things that we do now.
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I am lasering right after this recording, actually today.
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Oh, there we go.
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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.
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Rip or sear it off.
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Sear it off with lasers. Destroy it. I really want another tattoo.
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I was actually looking at your tattoo the other day. The one that is that you did. Like, the disappearing ink. And it's almost disappeared even though it's been like three years.
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Invisible ink.
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Well, what's supposed to be?
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It's supposed to be. It's supposed to. It's like temporary tattoo.
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Yeah, that's a disappearing tattoo. It disappears after a while.
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I love calling it that.
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I don't know. I'm not in the tat world.
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Well, it did say a year, but it's been like five.
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Yeah. Would you redo it because you did it with your sister? Is Lexi's like that?
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Hers is actually a lot thicker than like, hers is a lot more visible than mine is.
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Wow. Maybe she does less exfoliating than you.
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Hers is like right here. I don't Know if it's like, the placement. I don't know.
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What would you get as your next one? Have you decided?
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My brother's face? I don't know. No, I do want a little alien. I want a little alien.
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That's great. Just like, as a figure or being abducted or probably just like a little face. Little alien face.
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Little alien face. I don't know. I like the flash tats situation.
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I don't know what that means.
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They're like little, small, simple designs.
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Okay. Yeah. Is that like the Miley Cyrus style kind of. Yeah. Of sleeve. She just has like the little.
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Yeah, the little cute.
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Like Lady Gaga. I like that too.
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One day. This is the thing is, I don't like to really plan out my tattoos. Like, I feel like I may heat in the moment. Go and get it. Which probably should.
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We do a tattoo tour right now.
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Oh, well, I don't have that many. You have been with me for, like, almost all of them.
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I've only been with you for the one on your first one.
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Oh, well, I think you were here for these ones. Cause I got them on Halloween after our show. You weren't in the room with me, but you were.
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I was physically present in the town. Yes, but I got tired and you
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were blue and had to go home.
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And I was literally blue. I was a blue. One single blue man group character. So I was painted and did not have any interest in going and drinking and getting tattoos.
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And you were pregnant and couldn't tell anyone.
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Yeah, there were reasons, but. Yeah. No, I was. I guess my. My energy was there. Yeah. But I was only physically present, which
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technically, like, your energy is always with me.
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So you only have four? I have five.
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I have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
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What's the one on the back of your neck again?
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You can't read it anymore, but it's A quote from Dr. Seuss of 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 a tattoo, not great. Quality of the tattoo. Very poor. Would I get it again?
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No. Hey, maybe when. When we're in Texas, you can go.
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Okay. If anyone has Austin. Well, this comes out after. If anyone has Tattoo plays Rex, does
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she have a new tattoo?
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Who knows? Stay tuned. The mystery.
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Oh, you should go to Black Veil Tattoo in Salem.
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I know. They actually just followed us on Instagram.
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That feels like a famous person.
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Followers.
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We made it. I mean, it looks so sick. In there. And I feel like they do really good, cool tattoos. And we're in Salem all the time.
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Okay, stay tuned. 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?
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What is anything? Who are we? Well, we are two girls who have a podcast and are going to read to you stories that listeners have sent us in about the visitations they have received paranormally from their loved ones, which
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is usually a combination of two things. It can be really heartwarming, but also often very sad.
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And you said that you found a way to include some darkness.
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I always do. I can't remember specifically. 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. So the one that I picked for Patreon, Patreon definitely has, like, some darker themes.
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Oh, my God, I'm so excited for. We have a New England themed encounters coming up too. 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 someone else from, like, our hometown. And I was like, patch me through. Patch me through. Like, put us all together. Freeway call. My mom's like, okay, like, why do you have to tell Brenda? I read them the email. It is an email 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 Shaws is haunted. And I read the email and I'm so, so excited for that one.
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So cool.
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I'm going to read that one on the Patreon.
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Oh, I love that.
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They were like, what? What? That's like, 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.
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Oh, my God. It was things to be excited for.
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So many. Okay. But now we have visits from loved ones. So do you want to go first?
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Should we rock, paper, scissors?
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Yeah, let's do it. Rock, paper, scissors.
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Shoot.
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You first.
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Okay.
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I never throw scissors first. Loser. That's why you don't do scissors ever.
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I honestly just short circuited and just didn't do anything.
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I think that's what I normally do and I normally win. Well, I think a lot of people,
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we just swapped, swapped places I'm the winner now. Hahaha. Haha. You lose, sucker.
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Loser.
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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. So this is a twist on a visit from a loved one.
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And like, invisible string theory, too. Kind of a combo that still counts. We don't. Your loved one doesn't have to be deceased.
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Exactly. 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 experience. I have always had very vivid dreams. As a kid, I loved sleeping because my dreams were full of adventures in magical, unusual lands. Oh my God.
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So cool.
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What's. What are that book series? Like the Magic Tree House.
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Magic Treehouse.
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Where like every novel they went into, like, a different fantasy world. So cool.
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It was literally just. I was talking to our nanny the other day about this. 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 Treehouse. And I was like, that is because then you get every world.
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So smart.
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It's such a cheat code.
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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, and flying on the back of a giant bat. It was awesome. 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.
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Dang.
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And together, actual travel buddies. We went on in the dream world many adventures.
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That is so cool.
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No matter.
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This could be a book right here. As a book.
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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 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 and 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. 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. I didn't know it at the time, but he was apparently thinking the exact same thing.
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Wow.
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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 house when his mom broke out the old scrapbooks and we got to photos of him around age 8. 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 dreams. I literally got chills.
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This is so wild.
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In my dreams, I hadn't seen him grow 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 and to me before we actually met.
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He doesn't remember having any dreams?
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None.
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That's like, almost the craziest part of all of this.
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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 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 two years. And I have been having a lot of reoccurring 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 I know.
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Right. Like you are. What is your power? Like, how did you get this magic. Incredible.
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That's from Lex.
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Lex. My God. Like, most people dream of this.
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The fact that literally dream.
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Literally dream. But like, it's not even just one. It's like for years. For years. And now they're future kids.
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And what is this world that you're going to. Because clearly it's like a higher plane of some kind.
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Yeah.
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If it is truly where you're seeing. Seeing real life people who are going to come into your life.
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Yeah, it's interesting too. Cause 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 because there was too much going on?
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Maybe.
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But it seems like Lex has always. It's been unchanging.
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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.
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Well, is he doing it at all? Or is Lex pulling. Oh, my God. Everyone to her.
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Lex, you're a witch, you witch.
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Oh, my gosh. That is so cool. Amazing.
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I love finding twists on visit from loved ones because I was like, I don't want to constantly cry in these heartwarming episodes.
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Oh, man.
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Well, are you gonna make me cry?
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I don't know. I can't.
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I always.
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No. Maybe. I don't know.
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Okay.
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I kind of can't remember what I picked out because I picked them like a couple weeks ago.
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We're also recording on the day of the blood moon lunar eclipse. And I feel like emotions are creeping which.
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Did anyone get to see it because it was too close to the horizon for us here in New England.
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I was up on my roof at 6am waiting to see it and looked everywhere. No moon, same.
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I literally pulled up my, like, yes planet to see where it was like, am I not knowing where west is?
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Yeah.
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And it was like basically below the tree line. It was on the horizon.
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You have to be like.
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I have one called, well, it doesn't matter. You'll find out keeping it secret until it's from Melissa.
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Okay.
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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.
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Damn.
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I also have several tales of our house ghost, whose name is Wallace. We have a 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.
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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 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.
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Wait. That's so sweet.
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I love Wallace. He's like, but just love me and pay attention to me too.
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Wait. I want to know Wallace's story.
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Right? And did you give him the name Wallace or did he somehow tell 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.
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Sorry for your loss.
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It'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 more mature. 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 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.
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So tough.
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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.
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That is, like, the best combination.
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Yeah.
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And I feel like the hardest thing to, like, find the balance of, to have, like, a really strong backbone, but be so kind. Wow.
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Yeah.
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I'm gonna get that tattooed. Oh. What? And now I have.
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Now I have, like, a tattoo idea.
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What's your tattoo idea?
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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, just so big.
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Where would that be?
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Right. I think it's for someone who has,
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like, a flower, a full back sleeve.
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Back tattoo, or like, a sleeve where it's the same thing all the way through. It's not for you.
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Corinne's inspiring all of us out here, and so is Melissa.
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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 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. Was that the country road?
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Yeah.
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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. She had almost named me Joy because she had wanted me so much over my whole life. She would say, you 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 gonna say that. Let's name Melissa. I was like, wow, we really like the ex girlfriend.
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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 one second.
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There's a dog chapel?
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Oh, no, sorry. It's St. John'sbury Church for dogs. Yeah.
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Wait, no.
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Like, what it's like for people's. Like the memories of all the animals.
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Like a pet cemetery.
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Yes, basically. But they put pictures of their dogs, like, all over the walls and there's like dog statues.
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I was imagining, like a church where dogs sit in the pews and.
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Yeah, it's where it's the gathering of the canines.
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Yeah.
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To howl at their God, the cat.
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Because cats rule the world, as we all know.
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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, 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 course you are. When I introduced myself as Becky's Daughter, you look just like her. 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 guests left, I realized how exhausted I was. The funeral was in New York State where Mom had been in hospice. 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. Blessed them.
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That's so sweet. Yeah, like that proves that she made like an impact on their lives too.
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Oh, and Melissa writes, who surrounded me when I broke down. 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 bumper bumper sticker that said God is love. Oh, 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 zaps assigned to me. If I miss her particularly, something will always happen. A jazz 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.
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Yeah, relaxing.
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The moose 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
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a one time that being put on hold and listening to the hold music is like wanted and desired.
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So faith or no faith in God or a deity, I believe there is something beyond this life.
A
What?
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I 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. Oh. See you on the other side, Melissa.
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Melissa. That is really, really beautiful.
B
Wow.
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I do really believe, like, even like to the bumper sticker of like, God is love. I think love is one of the most powerful things you can experience in life. Even in the March bonus that we did about Ida Craddock where she was talking about how like, love and that type of connection brings you to a higher spiritual level.
B
Yeah. Yeah. And I feel like it's like oftentimes 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.
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Yeah. So be good, be kind, and love the people around you even more. Okay. This is called My Dead Ex Is Co Parenting Our Ghost Daughter. A 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. Hey, ghostesses with the mostesses. 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.
B
Ooh.
A
I mean, if they are listening, they're going to guess it's me anyway. But that's what I was just thinking.
B
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.
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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 socks. 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. Sometimes they don't, which is part of this 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, with working just as hard as you, spending every minute outside work, being drunk or high and getting up to hijinks 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 3am and making out with simply anyone who walks by. 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 makeout. It was just like. Because we could.
B
It feels very like the stereotype of like band camp.
A
It very.
B
Theater camp and band camp. Isn't that what happens there?
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Yeah. 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 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 sweet and didn't want to scare me by just being a man all of a sudden in my room. 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 7am I accidentally woke him up on the way out of the door. Wait, this is so funny because like she sees him sleeping on the couch, right? But they've never actually like shook hands. It is awkward, right?
B
Like you know you're supposed to be there and you Know who the other person is. Yeah, the arrangement. But it is still kind of.
A
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, shit, we 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.
B
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.
A
Yeah. Flirting in general, just watching it is such a thing to observe.
B
Don't let that stop you.
A
Well, yeah, and it worked. It worked every time. However, because of a summer stock, the rumor wheel 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 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 pretty 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 look into it too much. Anyway, I never told Andrew any of this. 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 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 4am 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 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.
B
Yeah.
A
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 8am 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. 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, went 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 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'm 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 hyper realistic 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 together. The Canyon theater 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 is 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.
B
I know. You said you didn't want to cry. You picked out a crier.
A
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 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 a 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. Like 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 most 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 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.
B
I feel like he's visiting you. Because there's also surprising things coming up. It's not like you're seeking some of these moments out. It's the information's being related to you that you didn't necessarily know.
A
Right. See you and Andrew and my maybe child on the other side. Sylvia. For the sake of the story. Wow.
B
Sylvia.
A
It also just like is so magical because it's like a love that they never really got to see through. But it does make me believe that they are so interconnected.
B
Yeah.
A
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.
B
Right.
A
But that maybe in the next life, like you'll get a different, different journey.
B
Yeah. And also I think there's something just to it that there were so many like good memories. Right. So many like, it's not like they were dating for years and years and something happened. It was like this like intense, fun burn of a romance. Yeah. That sort of like where you like
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kept being drawn back to each other.
B
Maybe.
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Will they, won't they in your next life?
B
I think that's certain.
A
Yeah. I also am so curious because I don't know timeframe of like when that last dream was, but I'm curious to see if Andrew and Sylvia's daughter will show up like in future dreams later in life at like different moments.
B
Right. It is interesting, like her continuing to grow up. It does make me think like the three of them have to in some way be connected. A traveling soul. Hair. However, the relationship is 100% differ in every life. But it does feel like they're all supposed to be like locked in. Connected.
A
Yeah.
B
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As has our skin. And so one of the things that is important is like looking more natural and feeling really fresh. And I love this newer company, Jones Road.
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A
Can I tell you about my new glasses?
B
Please do.
A
I have been looking for a new pair and I went to Warwy Parker. I did an eye exam there. I tried on a bunch of different frames and then I bought these glasses so I can finally see again and they look so good. Thank you. And I also bought another pair that are like more wire rimmed, but I just. They have so many amazing options.
B
I did not go into a store, but I didn't need to because. Cause they have a virtual try on online. So I picked like a couple sunglasses that I was debating between and then it's like magic. It opened up my camera.
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Yeah.
B
And I could just like view myself
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in the glasses and then you can like move around. It's really cool technology.
B
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A
Does that mean he Shows up? Okay.
B
Certainly a catchy title.
A
Very.
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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, 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 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 eldest 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.
A
Do we have the photo?
B
No, sorry.
A
Wait. There's an extra hand on someone's shoulder. Wait. That's so loving.
B
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 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 chalked 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.
A
That's so horrific.
B
Yeah, 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. When, not even two seconds later, a semi truck came barreling down the intersection, running the red light. Bubbles, wait.
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He saved her life.
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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 Em. Em 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, Elle. Elle 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 and John Bob and Bob Smith. It's insane. Anyways, after finding Elle's grave, My friend and I went to go find my uncle. Ride. 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 a sudden, a murder of crows started cawing. 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 cawing 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 started trotting again. So this time, I follow the fox. It leads us through three different areas of the cemetery. When all of a 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 fucking 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.
A
That is wild.
B
Crazy. My eyes start tearing up. I start laughing so much before I can even start talking to myself.
A
It's so unbelievable.
B
It's so wild. I'm not sure if it was a spirit guarding the cemetery. Or maybe my uncle coming through was 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. Love you guys. Thank you for everything. See you on the other side, Bug.
A
Bug 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.
B
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?
A
Yeah.
B
Like, it was like, these are the
A
steps and the saving bubbles. Bubbles, wait.
B
Bubbles, wait. And that's amazing. And then 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.
A
Like, it was almost like R was doing so many different things to try to prevent the accident from happening or
B
like it was supposed to happen. And like, that was being read in the universe by the relative because she's from a family of psychic media mediums and stuff. But he was able to break through and tell her to stop. Wait, give it a second.
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I hope.
B
Wow, wow, wow.
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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 two minutes, but those two minutes saved you from something.
B
Yep. Wow.
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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 Corinne. Spotify recommended me your podcast about two months ago and 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 arm's length out of fear. And I was 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 are 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.
B
Oh my gosh.
A
About three 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.
B
That is so scary.
A
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 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.
B
Why did it feel like his favorite child had a little bit of like she had to like his favorite?
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Yeah. And it is in parentheses My sister, his favorite child, his favorite. 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 11:58am we heard someone turn our side door handle trying to come in. My dog even started freaking out and barking. The next day, same time, 11:58am 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 11:58am 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 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.
B
Oh, my gosh.
A
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.
B
This is just, like. It's so incredible to me how many people, like, the night something happens, either get a visit from the loved one, have a dream about the loved one, or just, like, somehow in their body know something happened.
A
Yeah.
B
And this is. This is proof. The male family's proof.
A
And, like, her dad kept making visits to, like, everyone. I'm curious about the time. 11:58am yeah. If that correlated with his death at all.
B
Right. Or even just, like, something with. It just reminds me because obviously, like, the diagnosis is so tragic and him kind of, like, being in this sort of. Yeah.
A
Weird liminal state.
B
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.
A
Yeah.
B
But that one of the moments that they thought, like, she was dying, which was two days before she actually died, was when I had a paranormal encounter in the middle of the day. Like, during that nap.
A
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 are literally at the doorstep. My grandma was seeing things and talking about people, like, from her past. Damn.
B
Wow.
A
I held it together. I'm pretty proud of myself.
B
I know I had a moment. I feel like this is the first one where we haven't cried.
A
Yeah.
B
And I think it's because of where we are currently in our. We're so tired and get, like, our. Really. 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 drawn us out of it slightly.
A
I texted Corinne last night after because I worked from like 8am to 11:30 because it 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 gonna be exhausted or really freaking weird tomorrow. And you got the exhaust.
B
It's the exhaust.
A
The weird would have been fine.
B
I responded to you at mid 12:15am so you're like, oh, yeah. Well, we'll see how. We'll see how it goes.
A
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 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?
B
Exactly. And we still do little kitchen sink where we just. Oh yeah, grab whatever.
A
A free for all. So email them to us@2girls1 goes podcast gmail.com and if you want an extra story and also bonus content and episodes one week early and ad free. Join us on Patreon and rate and view us on itunes everywhere. Watch us on YouTube and yeah, one more story is on Patreon. Available now.
B
Shout out to Jamie Ryan, who edits and produces two breast Winga. And thank you to all of you. We love you and we will see you on the other side.
A
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TWO GIRLS ONE GHOST
Encounters x326 – “Paranormal Visits from Loved Ones”
April 9, 2026
Sony Music Entertainment
This “Encounters” episode of Two Girls One Ghost, hosted by bi-coastal best friends Corinne Vien and Sabrina Deana-Roga, centers on supernatural and deeply personal stories of paranormal visits from loved ones. Through listener-submitted tales, Corinne and Sabrina explore the comforting, sometimes chilling, and always meaningful signs, dreams, and interventions from those who have crossed to the other side. The episode’s tone fluctuates between humor, heartfelt empathy, and a love for all things strange and spooky, tying together themes of grief, serendipity, destiny, and the unbreakable bonds that persist past death.
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Read by Corinne [10:07–16:16]
Read by Sabrina [21:01–30:05]
Read by Corinne [31:24–43:16]
Read by Sabrina [47:29–54:04]
Read by Corinne [54:25–58:29]
Casual, funny, and open-hearted, Corinne and Sabrina foster a supportive, loving space for sharing stories that are as much about the weirdness of life as the mystery of death. Through a blend of humor, gentle wisdom, and a touch of witchy reverence, the hosts emphasize the power of love, the persistence of connection, and the role of synchronicity in helping us navigate loss.
Listeners are left with a comforting sense that signs from the beyond are less about proof and more about love transcending the material world.
If you have your own encounters—visitations, synchronicities, or paranormal encounters—Corinne and Sabrina invite you to share your stories via email (2girls1ghostpodcast@gmail.com), join their Patreon for bonus content, and rate or review the show.
Closing Benediction:
“We love you and we will see you on the other side.” – Sabrina, closing [61:57]