As a kid, we used to play ghosts in the graveyard. It’s basically hide-and-seek, but in the dark. That thrill of excitement, mixed with a little tinge of fear, made the game so much fun. I have to admit, I miss some of that childhood innocence.In my later years, even just passing by a cemetery would fill me with such dread and anxiety. Little did I know when I was a kid, telling ghost stories to my younger siblings, that I would later become an adult recounting real stories. I wonder what I would have thought back then if I knew that ghosts would become a part of my reality.Entity issues started in my late teen years. What I went through was scary. I didn’t like it, and I really didn’t understand it. No one believed that I was being harassed by a spirit, so I had to bring in a woman I knew to get rid of it. Thankfully, what she did worked. I was so relieved and figured that was the end of the spirit stuff. Hah! Yeah, no.Decades later, while living in Sedona, AZ, I became aware of my gift of connecting with the deceased. In those early days, while I was learning how to deal with my new intuitive gifts, I would have spirits show up who wanted to speak to the living people in front of…