文档介绍：“鬼”之爱幽冥鬼生前深爱的人是谁
I didn’t used to believe in ghosts, but I was trained to talk to them. My mother reminded me many times that I had the gift. It all stemmed from a lie I told when I was four. The way my mother remembered it, I refused to get ready for bed one night, claiming that there was a ghost in the bathroom. She was delighted to learn that I was a 1)spirit , she questioned anything unusual―a sudden gust of wind, a vase that fell and shattered. She would ask me, “She here?” She meant my I was a child, my mother told me that my grandmother died in great 2)agony after she accidentally ate too much 3)opium. My mother was nine years old when she watched this I was 14, my older brother was stricken with a brain 4)tumor. My mother begged me to ask my grandmother to save him. When he died, she asked me to talk to him as well. “I don’t know how,” I protested. When my father died of a brain tumor six months after my brother, she made me use a 5)Ouija board. She wanted to know if they still loved her. I spelled out the answer I knew she wanted to hear: Yes. I became a fiction writer in my 30s, I wrote a story about a woman who killed herself eating too much opium. After my mother read a draft of that story, she had tears in her eyes. Now she had proof: My grandmother had talked to me and told me her true story. H