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The thought of being driven out of my own home is ludicrous, especially by a ghost.
But all that ends today.
No more running, no more hiding, just a plan of action. And with every shitty situation, there’s always a remedy.
And his name is Dylan Strong.
Finding a medium was pretty easy. Aimee’s mother got his name from a friend, so I did a little research online, and Dylan’s name kept popping up in various paranormal forums and articles. I checked out his website, read his many glowing testimonials, booked an appointment, and just like that this chubby, balding middle-aged man is now sitting on our armchair, dressed in a thick brown suit and yellow tie, sipping a cup of tea.
Aimee is sitting uneasily next to me on the couch, baseball cap on her head, grasping my hand tightly. I tol
