I have in my possession the most exciting description of paranormal encounters ever expressed… Let me explain:

My Grandmother slipped away quietly on November 9th 2016.

I never knew my Grandmother so I’m learning all about her incredible life from a tea chest of paraphernalia I inherited.

The chest contains her journals and a terabyte hard drive of images. I also have a couple of boxes of photographic prints from the 1960s onwards. Along with some items I cannot identify, bottles, jars. Some cassette tapes. And her doll; Dear Poppet. I hate the doll.

 

UPDATE: I have recently welcomed a great many new site members. I do appreciate your curiosity, but let me clarify; I have a full time day job and a worsening neurological condition. I have to sort through the journals at a pace dictated by my commitments and physical ability. After recent errors on my part in uploading incorrect information, I have resolved to complete my studies of the entire oeuvre before my next update. That way you can be sure the information is as accurate as can be expected. 

Love,

Willow

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