Date: 5/3/2024
By lisaoh
There were dead bodies encapsulated in plaster in my basement, incorporated into the wall. One was outstretched as though trying to claw its way out. When my husband arrived, he asked if I’d made my peace with them by talking to them somewhat telepathically. At this point, they started to moan and ask to be let out. But there was no way to get them out. It somehow seemed like my fault they were in there.