SUPER NAN!
If it wasn’t for my nan, I might never have become a medium. As a small girl I’d see spirits – people in old fashioned clothes walk by in my room, dark shadows in the corner of my eye – but I didn’t know what they were.
Sometimes I’d see things behind people’s eyes, or people’s last moments.
I didn’t know what to make of any of this so I kept it to myself.
One day I got talking to my nan. Nan basically raised me, I was forever at her house, so I decided to confide in her.
Nan, something happening,’ I blurted
