OK, I know you think that I an copying, but I just want to write something like that.
This is just a begining next part will be story.
My name is Melinda Gordon.
I'm married.
I live in a small town.
I own an Antiques.
I maight be just like you.
Except that when I was still a little girl I know I can talk to death.
Or spirits as my grandmother called them.
They're stuck here because they have unfinished busniess with the living and they come to me for help.
In order to tell you my story I have to tell you theirs.
