I have a confession: I SEE DEAD PEOPLE.

Several years ago, my sister Carly brought a group of high school students to L.A. from Northern California to tour college campuses here. I met up with her and her gang at UCLA, where I was a student at the time, and spent a glorious evening showing them around the area, gorging on deep-dish pizza together, and throwing the wee ones an impromptu dance party at my apartment. Except no one danced.

SoCal Safari!

Fast forward a lot of life and a baby, I got a call recently from one of the girls who was on that tour that fateful day in early Spring and she wanted to interview me for the UCLA newspaper. She ended up going to school there after her visit with Carly and now works on staff with The Daily Bruin—you go girl!

“So why do you want to interview me?” I asked her over the phone.

“Well, it might sound strange, but I remember the ghost stories you told us when we were visiting. About your apartment, the cemetery…and I would like to write a story for Halloween on it” she replied. Ugh, did I really say all those things to you poor little kids?

Ok, so I guess the cat’s out of the bag. I see dead people, and it didn’t help during my last year in college when I chose to live RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET from a huge cemetery. A lot of freaky things happened that year (freaky as in supernatural-freaky, not sorority-girl-freaky) like rabbits and dogs mysteriously dying on me, teakettles blowing steam when there was no water in them, and full-on ghosts just chilling out by my apartment. I’m talking SERIOUS STUFF.

Me at my apartment in Westwood circa 2007

I’ve always been kind of “sensitive” to the other dimensions (hence my strong belief in past lives and souls) but it’s just not something people talk about over drinks, you know? But since it’s that time of year again, I figure I’m in good company to disclose some of this stuff and if you have an encounter to share yourself, I’d love to hear it!

For those of you interested, you can find the newspaper article HERE. But please don’t click on the link if you’d be heartbroken to find out my birth name is not really Artemis and Patrick is not really Patrick and King…well King is still King.

For those of you REALLY interested in talking more about multiple lives, paranormal activity, and all things of a mystic nature, feel free to email me if you'd like. Ok, that’s it for now and have a great Halloween weekend!