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Bullock in Miss Congeniality flickered through my mind and her self-defense lesson of S-I-N-G: solar plexus, instep, nose and groin. Okay…I was set.
    “I’m so sorry. Please Lizzy…sit,” she said in a cool, peaceful tone. I slowly took a seat on a small couch which was nearest the door.
    She sat up straight in her chair and began nervously rubbing her hands together.
    “Lizzy?” she asked apprehensively. She spoke in a slow, cautioned tone. “Do you believe in spirits?”
    I was shocked by her question and wasn’t sure how to answer. “Um, do you mean…like ghosts?” I asked.
    “Yes,” she replied. Her eager eyes fixed on my face, awaiting my response.
    “Well… no… I guess not… not really,” I admitted sheepishly.
    Emily would sometimes come over and force me to watch episodes of Ghost Hunters or Ghost Adventures, but I never really believed any of it. It all seemed so fake to me. I self-labeled myself a skeptic.
    I could tell that the answer I gave her was not the one that she’d anticipated. Her lips turned down and deep creases appeared on her brow. Her eyes quickly glanced back to the corner of the room then back down at her hands. She was wrestling to tell me something. Her hands twisted fiercely around each other and she nervously fidgeted in her seat. The silence was uncomfortable and the tension was unnerving.
    “Lizzy – there is something very, very, important I need to tell you,” she began. She clasped her hands tightly together and looked at me through wide, indecisive eyes, trying to articulate the best way to tell me what she needed to. She took in a long deep breath.
    “I was awakened last night by the spirit of a young man. He came to me very confused and troubled, and was very desperate to speak to you. I tried to ignore him but he only became more and more annoying and would not let me sleep. He said he would only leave me alone if I came to talk to you and give you a message. That is why I am here.”
    I felt my mouth gaping at her. What was I supposed to think? How could I respond to that? Then something in my brain clicked. Could it be Michael? But this stuff wasn’t real… was it?
    Her eyes were filled with concern, and I could tell she was uncomfortable telling me. Before I could speak a word… she continued.
    “This young man had me drive for many hours from my village up north, to come and find you. He told me that I could find you here.
    I shook my head in amazement. “Are you a psychic or… what do you call it – a medium?”
    “I guess you could say that. My great-great-grandfather was the Angakuit or shaman of our village. Do you know what that is?”
    “Isn’t that a healer?” I asked.
    “That is a small part of it. We are channels, or middle persons, between the natural and supernatural world. It is a gift that has been passed down from generation to generation, a gift that I now possess. Most times this gift is helpful, but there are times when it becomes a very heavy burden.” She paused. Her eyes glanced quickly to the corner again. She took in another deep breath and exhaled loudly. Her eyes looked weary. “The young man is here… right now… he is standing next to you.
    I gasped and stared at the empty space where she was pointing.
    “He is no longer of this earth, but is in spirit.”
    There was nothing there; just the empty space. Did she expect me to see a ghost? This whole conversation was beginning to creep me out. Was she for real? Was she really seeing someone that passed? Was it Michael?
    I still had to keep my skepticism at forefront, knowing it would be my life-vest. I didn’t want to open myself up only to get burned. However, somewhere - way in the back of my mind… I hoped she was right. I hoped she was talking about Michael.
    “Who are you talking about?” I asked, fishing to see if she could give me more information or a better confirmation.
    “This person passed so suddenly. His spirit is unsettled.”
    Hot tears pooled in