Personal Narrative Fiction

“There isn’t one. It wouldn’t feel right charging for helping someone in danger. Now, I have to warn you that I haven’t done this in a long time. I might be a little rusty.” Denise winked at Fiona. “When Fiona called me the other day worried about you I knew I needed to come. I will walk through your house and see what I can detect.” Denise’s gaze shifted to the doorway as she stared at the entryway.
Casey noticed. “Is something wrong?”
“No. I thought I...never mind.”
“When Fiona mentioned contacting you I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’ve never met a psychic medium before. I’ve always been a skeptic when it came to ghosts or things that go bump in the night. That is until recently. For the past year, I’ve experienced things I can’t explain. …show more content…
She had read several negative reviews on psychics online. A lot of scams. Listening to Denise speak gave her confidence that she was not a fake.
The women finished eating. Denise stretched and rubbed her stomach before she rose from her seat. “Now that I’ve stuffed myself, I’m ready to get started. Thank you, Casey, that was delicious.”
“You’re welcome. Where to do want to go first?”
“I prefer to begin from the front of the house and move in whatever direction my senses take me. Please give me any information as we walk through. I don’t want to know what you’ve seen, heard or experienced here. They might influence what I sense.”
Fiona and Casey nodded.
Casey led the way to the front door. Denise stood with her eyes closed. She inhaled and exhaled a few times before hoping her eyes. Rubbing her hands together, she faced Casey. “Remember I told you spirit will often appear to give a message.”
“I remember,” Casey said.
“I feel the presence of a young spirit. She wants to speak with you. Did you lose a child recently, a daughter?”
Casey was in shock not expecting Denise to mention Kelly. “Yes, a little over a year ago.”
Denise smiled. “She’s beautiful and those blonde curls... Her blue eyes are especially intense. She’s an old …show more content…
“What? I understand.” Denise turned to Casey, “She’s glad you took her advice. Do you know what she means?”
Casey choked back a sob and responded. “I do. She’s the one who told me to I needed to return to Glendara.”
Denise closed her eyes and cocked her head to one side. “Wait a minute. Slow down. I can’t understand when you talk so fast. Yes. I get it.” Denise opened her eyes. “She’s very excited and is talking so fast I have a hard time understanding what she’s saying. From what I can make out, she said it was her grandmother who wanted you to return. In the hospital, your mother came for your daughter and told her to give you that message.”
Casey had heard of people who died that claimed to see a deceased loved one come to take them to heaven or wherever people go after they die. Is it possible? Did her mother come for Kelly? Casey barely whispered, “Is my mother with Kelly now?”
“Yes. They are together. I see they are holding hands and smiling.”
Casey released a sigh of elation. Kelly was not alone. That had been her greatest fear. She felt a sense of comfort that Kelly was safe and happy.
Denise continued, “Your mother has another message for you. She says you have come to a point in your life where you are ready to

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