Hardcore Beatlelove. Day TWO. ****** Where: The Cavern Pub When: 6:56 p.m. Drink: Heineken Finally here! Arrived by train to a rainy, temperate Liverpool. By temperate I mean 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Someone please remind me not to wear bell bottoms in inclement weather. By the time we walked to our flat, I'd soaked water up to …
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One of my weirdest run-ins with the Other Side happened in London, 2000. I still don't know how to classify it. Nothing like it's happened since. What makes it super odd is that the SAME thing happened to my mom when she visited in early 2001. In the exact same spot. A whole year later. And I …
6:15 pm. "Why'd you want to come back here?" Mom asked, sipping her wine. I laughed. She wasn't being rude. She was right. A few weeks back, a male ghost ran past this very spot, causing me some verbal unladylikeness after a very uncomfortable night. Freakiest house vibe to date. Absolute certainty of icky spirits. …
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10:15pm "You look shell shocked." That's what my husband said when I shuffled in, half-fell on the couch, and stared at the wall. "Dahling?" he cocked his head. Just give me a minute, my hand said. A local mom reached out to me last week. Something was troubling their family and could I please come …
My first experience with an icky spirit happened in elementary school. It was middle-of-the-night dark, and I was too scared to breathe let alone run to my parent's bed. You can read about that here. I take it very seriously when parents say their kids are scared. Especially when the kid has never been scared …
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Now you've seen my official MINDER book trailer, I'll safely confess I attempted making my own video before Matthew Niemann saved me. My poor little effort was doomed from the start. I was on day 4 of the flu. We're talking FOUR days of hallucination fever. Hot sweats. Cold sweats. Debilitating fatigue. I could barely …
I'm sorry if this makes you barf. I can't think of any sane reason to write about roaches (on purpose) UNLESS it's a treatise asking God why they're here in abundance. With superpowers. Making everyone cringe. I mean, seriously. Want world peace? Throw a bunch of flying roaches in a small room at the UN. …
It started in 3rd grade. Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure books? They offer alternate endings at the end of each chapter so reader basically chooses how the story ends? Well, at 8 years old I thought the choices were crap. The endings I made up were SO Much better. And then there was Puff the Magic Dragon . …
I hesitate to call being psychic a ‘gift’ because ‘gift’ implies I've got something you don’t. And that is not the case. We all have intuition. But like any other skill, some are just more adept than others. I mean, we can all add but it doesn’t mean we’re good at math, right? Same thing …
Jennifer Kabay 