Clear names, accurate messages and plenty of emotion, Sally Morgan recalls three stories from when she stopped off in Coventry
My show at Coventry was held on a cold wintry night, but we still had a fantastic turn out and I was all fired up with enthusiasm. Caught out by the weather, my hair was a little wild when I got on stage but the lovely smiling faces of the audience looking back at me were wonderful and I couldn’t wait to find out who would be ringing heaven’s doorbell.
As I walked out on stage the spirit of a young man named Jack, who looked about 19, was waiting for me. A lady in the audience stood up to take the message; she was with her mum and step dad and was understandably nervous. “He was 20 and my best friend,” she said. I asked the lady if she was called Jenny or Teresa as these were the names Jack was giving me. “No,” she said. “They are the names of his aunty and his mum.” “Vic. Kiss Vic. Kiss Vic,” the spirit repeated. “That’s Vicky – his sister,” the lady sobbed. Jack was really emotional and I felt he was sorry that he had died. “I’m here. Tell mum, tell Jay,” he stressed.
A mother’s love
Later in the show I felt a pain on the right-hand side of my forehead and could visualise the floor rising up to me. I got the names ‘Shirley’ and ‘Julie’. A woman stood to take the message – she was called Julie and her mum’s name was Shirley. Julie told me that her mother had injured her head the night that she died, having fallen on her way to bed. Shirley was showing me a block of flats and she introduced me to the spirit of a young boy, who I sensed had hung himself from the second floor. “Around the corner from where my mum lived, a young boy hung himself in his apartment and it was on the second floor,” Julie revealed, gob smacked. This lady had a wonderfully calming feel about her. At the time of her passing she’d had enough, she didn’t want any more treatment: she wanted to be
left alone. “My hand, my left hand! Leave it alone!” the spirit cried out. Julie explained she had a cannula in that hand and it really hurt her.
Moment of suspense
Before I finished the first half of the show, the spirit of a man named Perry grabbed my shoe. He was showing me that he had died from a seizure. He told me that he’d clutched somebody’s leg as he hit the ground. Nobody stood to take the message, however, the spirit was still on stage when I got back after the break. Perry was showing me a learner car and giving me the names ‘Claire’ and ‘Michael’. A woman stood at the back of the audience. “During the break I was saying that I thought that message was for me,” she said. “Perry was a friend of mine who died from a seizure and he grabbed his mum as he fell to the floor. His girlfriend was called Claire, too.” The spirit kept showing me a learner car and saying the name Michael, telling me the vehicle was his. “Oh gosh. I can’t believe it…” the lady said, taken aback. “Tell me about it!” I giggled. “Come on, tell us… we’re on the edge of our seats!” “His uncle was called Michael and he owned a car company,” she revealed. “Perry used to drive Michael’s car around!” After seven years of shows, I am still blown away by spirit and I don’t think the novelty will ever wear off!
(Names have been changed)