Angela Faye Moore

Chapter 16 Voices “Angela, can I come in the house?” said the woman whose voice carried clearly that evening from the open door leading to the front porch. James and I exchanged looks of concern. I refused to answer, as there was clearly no one physically at the open door, only a voice that had asked permission to come in. This was disconcerting to say the least, but it was not the first time that day that someone or something had tried to gain entry into my home. Earlier that morning, I had arrived home a little later than I had planned and found two clients already waiting. They were sitting on my front porch, one in the swing and the other in a rocker. The women had stood to greet me as I pulled in my driveway. One was a petite light-haired lady, and the other was dark-haired, tall and slender. I had noticed that this lady was quite thin, as she was wearing a dress that revealed very lean legs. I also noticed that her hair, though long, was fine and uncombed. I walke...

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Double Trouble: Tony, the children, and I also lived in an apartment that had been a hospital. Since this apartment was once a place where lives began and ended, it should have been no surprise that it was haunted. Such conditions tend to open portals between realities. I awakened briefly one night to see a filmy woman’s figure pass by me and on through the door. As she passed by, her negligee floated behind her. On her manicured hand, a very large ring adorned her finger. It seems that in spirit, she kept the energy of what was important to her in life as well. This strange place was the setting for many odd experiences for my family, including the sighting of my son’s double, just as a neighbor had seen my double years before. While sitting on the couch in the living room one morning, I heard the sound of my seven-year-old son getting out of bed. I watched as Dusty walked sleepily down the hall, wrapped in a full size sheet that he had been attached to from infancy, and saw...