Date Published: August 31, 2019
Tami, Tina and Andrea continue their travels seeking, and finding, deceased children who have been tortured through human experiments—and need to cross over. What they were not entirely expecting to encounter were other individuals and their profound control. Fewer children would speak of their human abductors, but instead speak of others—ones who could potentially do even more harm. Along the journey, these three women also encounter beautiful beings of compassion and love who offer a light guiding them to the unseen. Through that, the power within is palpable and abundant.
As Andrea was on her phone, we made our way back downstairs to where we walked through the lower apartment that led out to the back. Margie did not provide a different key for this door, but it did have an interior bolt lock.
Well, this isn’t creepy or anything. Out in the middle of nowhere with who knows what wildlife, ghosts or extraterrestrials lurking around.
“Margie is over an hour away and is not returning tonight. She said since there’s no other key, she’ll have to figure out how to get us inside in the morning,” Andrea said.
So, when she said, ‘There’s only one key’, she really meant there’s only one key. And how is there only one key?!
“Sigh…I guess we hunker down in the lower part of the house for tonight,” I said.
Going into the studio apartment sized-room and locking the door behind us, Andrea looked at the bed she’d sleep on. It was a thin mattress on top of a platform that was a built-in half wall.
“That looks less than cozy,” I said feeling annoyed.
Turning to look at the double-sized bed I’d share with Tina, I noticed how low the angled ceiling was. I made a mental note to be careful sitting up in the morning.
As we tried to settle and get as comfortable as possible in our uncomfortable accommodations, we chatted a few minutes before falling asleep.
Around 3 am, I slowly woke up.
It feels creepy.
I heard something or someone rustling outside the door.
I quickly turned my head to look at the door to our right.
Then I heard a light knocking on the door.
Fingers tight on the bed covers, eyes wide and searching into the darkness throughout the room, I looked over and saw Tina was asleep. Through the darkness, I couldn’t tell if Andrea was asleep, but I didn’t see any movement.
I’m not opening that. Out in the middle of nowhere. It can’t be Margie.
Nope. Not opening the door.
Wait…that’s not coming from the door anymore, that’s on the wall on the inside near Andrea!
I pulled the covers up to my chin and tried my best to ignore it, willing it to go away.
What’s in here?!
About the Author
Tami works with people across the United States and Europe as a medium connecting people with their spirit guides and beings of compassion and wisdom. Through this work, Tami can offer life guidance and direction to those seeking an understanding to life's (sometimes) difficult questions.
She also writes books based her own experiences~most recently in assisting traumatized children in crossing over.