I have been listening to Art Bell since '94.
At the time I was living in Sacramento in an old Victorian and worked for acompany based out of Seattle. My friend and I went to visit a psychic inSeattle and she asked me if i had a stuffed bear missing, or keys...thingssmall in nature. I said yes and that it drove me nuts. She told me I hada little apparition following me around named Adriana. She told me that thislittle girl who "slept" with me at night (I know freaky) was the soul of myfuture daughter....Needless to say this "Adriana" was quite mischievious...shewould turn lights on and off, move things and flick on the TV. SometimesI felt like I could smell her. It was very strange.
At the time the apartment I was renting, although very beautiful, didn't alwaysoffer such "cute" little experiences. I would always smell somebodycigarette smoking...No one lived above me or below me and I could never figureout the source of the smell...I came to find out that my building wasdirectly behind Dorothy Puente's home. The lady who killed seniors,buried them in her backyard and cashed their retirement checks.
Jump to two months later and I am back in Sacramento listening to Art onenight when a woman called the show and said that she had an apparition in herhome. She stated that she lived in an old Victorian in downtown Sacramentoand she knew she had a ghost because she was constantly missing things andit was driving her crazy. Get this...she said her husband saw the ghost andheard her name which was Adriana...then it occurred to me that the woman whowas speaking on air with Art, sounded just like me. My friend Shannon, whoat the time was visiting from Seattle, was up listening to Art with me. Bothof just stared at one another and couldn't believe what we were hearing. Wewere astonished...this woman really sounded like me.
Finally, we both had enough because we were kind of feeling a little scared.I went to bed and Shannon stayed out on the couch watching TV.In my almost dream state, I felt Shannon tuck me in, warm and lovingly. Imurmured thank you Shannon.
The next morning, I went to thank Shannon for tucking in my blankets and shesaid thank you for nudging me off the couch to get in bed.
I didn't nudge her off the couch, and she didn't tuck me in.
Soon after I moved.
I always tried to call Art while he was on air to share this story with himbut never got through before he retired.