Hello and welcome to 30 days of Terror episode 7!

How you do, I have to say I'm quite proud of us, now I have short both of our attention spanises.

Oh, that we got to this point where we've actually recorded 7.

Well the thing is, you know the way I'm very gong-haul about things, I decide to do something

and then I want to have it done by yesterday. I'm just very surprised I haven't made us sit down

and record all 30 episodes in a row. I mean for the sake of the list of some glad

relevant because it definitely would have tell off in quality in terms of what we say and how you read

books, read the stories. We've established that three episodes back to back is the limit.

There is no, and it's a push of three. There is no positive

interaction to be gained from going beyond three episodes at once. It's just me stumbling

over my words and then not being able to make any comment on the story afterwards.

Yeah and then made you sing in sanity. Over and over again.

So I've got three stories for you today. Okay, I am feeling a little bit on edge,

not entirely comfortable with the fact that I've got to listen to some more horror, but I am here

for you. That's the world we live in. Story number one comes from Margarit.

I'm a tough 5 foot 5 125 pound Irish American female.

I've always been sensitive to spirits and ghosts. I've had many experiences in my home,

electronics turning on and off by themselves, doors shutting by themselves, and I actually

saw an apparition once. Most of this activity I attributed to my deceased parents and Irish grandmother.

Due to dealing with numerous injuries from a bad car accident, I've not been meditating and

doing my rakey and spiritual work as I should. On a recent Friday night, I was home alone working

out while watching a series about psychic kids who see ghosts. I don't have cable or a smart TV.

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