Talk Dead To Me
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  • LECTURES 29
  • Votes 6
  • Parties 1
  • Durée 11m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement avr. 14, 2021
My name is Micah D'Amour and I could see and talk to dead people...

Call it a sixth sense if you will but Haley Joel Osment didn't star in my reality. I couldn't remember a time where I didn't have "the gift." More like a curse that I had no control over. At least I wasn't the only one, the only medium yeah, but the gifted existed. We lived side by side with who the psychics referred to as "the CFs", otherwise known as the normal human beings who were born without abilities. People have come a long way in the past 60 or so years in accepting those with the gift but there were still people out there who refused to accept us. 

I was a 29 year old gay bestselling author who used my experiences with the afterlife to help me write my novels. At least they were good for something. Now a murder victim was seeking me out to help catch her killer and here enters the cliché Boston Irish detective that walked straight out of one my mystery novels. Only this time, it wasn't fiction.
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