The Oh, Hello and I have four spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from February the 12th

2024 and story number one comes from Elissa. Now I have to decide on a story. A story. I have so many of them which began as childhood

inklings and became stronger in my 20s when I moved into a couple of haunted apartments, one of which was the scene of a murder.

I'll wait to write that one at a future time, but as in a Moose Booth, I'll share a brief summary.

In one apartment I'd heard a pleading whisper,

Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please,

in my ear in the middle of the night, only to discover when I started asking around

the building that someone had been shot and killed in my apartment, in my bedroom, in the same place where I slept, in the same place where I heard the whisper.

But I digress.

I've always put myself in the SBN or category, spiritual but not religious.

But that really amped up when I went through a very difficult breakup in the summer of 2023. It was a spiritual awakening as I put everything

I had into surrendering to the universe. Learning how to love myself and be with myself, learning to stop distracting myself with

negative habits, and to start being present, meditating, listening.

And you won't believe what happened.

Too much to mention everything but in my 200 plus journal pages written that summer.

Dozens were devoted to signs, visits and messages.

From dimes left everywhere to the smell of smoke in my room when I thought of my departed Granddad Bill,

to songs on the radio that spoke to me like messages from my

spirit guides and or lost loved ones. I've created a Spotify playlist of those. All of this to say that I was deeply connected

to my higher self and spirit guides and was present and open to receiving signs and messages of every kind. For this story, I'll stick to the

feather. It all began within 24 hours of my breakup.

I had decided I was going to make this experience mean something for me

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