Lisa Williams, star of the hit TV series "Life Among the Dead," started seeing dead people when she was 4 years old.
In her highly anticipated memoir, Williams chronicles her experiences with the supernatural from her childhood in England to the present.
She currently lives in Los Angeles and continues to work as a medium, helping to connect people to their dead loved ones.
Read an excerpt from Chapter 2 of "Life Among the Dead" below:
When Paul moved away, we had a tearful farewell. I did get over him, eventually, but it was a long, difficult time, and I found myself hardened by the experience. Having decided I would never let another man hurt me, I closed my heart to relationships. I went out and danced my heart out. I started dating; sometimes I dated two or three guys at once. Mom used to joke with me–with a smirk on her face she'd say, just in case the phone rang, "Who do you want to speak to tonight?" There was an occasion when I went out to dinner with one guy and was home by 9 p.m. and then I was out with another guy for drinks at 10 p.m. that same night! I knew it wasn't right, that I was simply running away from emotion, but it's what I needed at the time. I was having fun and lots of it!
During this time, I started going to karaoke bars. I was a good singer, and I sang my heartache away with ABBA, Barbra Streisand, Tiffany, and the Pointer Sisters, among others.
There were still periods of time when I thought about Paul and we would chat on the phone, but I forced myself to move on, go out and have a bloody good time. I guess I was trying to become a stronger person.
One Sunday, one of my girlfriends came to fetch me on her motorbike, and we went off to see a show in Birmingham. But on the way back, for some reason we took a different route home, hit a patch of gravel, and I flew over the handlebars, landing, gracelessly, on all fours. I remember trying to get up but not being able to because of my injuries. Luckily some people witnessed the accident, stopped to help me into their car, and drove me to the hospital. Fortunately my friend was totally uninjured.
Because I worked out so much, the muscles in my legs had protected my knees. I hadn't broken anything, but my legs had to be bandaged, ankle to thigh, and I was given painkillers for my aching back. When I got home it was late. I wobbled like a bandaged mummy, somehow climbed the stairs, and clambered into bed without waking my parents. In the morning, Mom came to wake me.
"Lisa, come on, you are going to be late for–" she stopped in mid-sentence when she saw me lying there, stiff as a board.
"Err, I don't think I'll be going to work today, Mom!" I said, wincing in pain.
"The strange thing is, I somehow knew something was going to happen to you last night," she said, as she sat on my bed, sighing.
At the time, I remember thinking, So she gets these feelings too. Just like Nan."
I was off work for eight weeks, which gave me plenty of time to review my life, and it was a blessing in disguise because I honestly didn't like what I saw. I was nineteen years old and living at home. What was I waiting for? When was I going to begin to stand on my own two feet and finally move forward with my life? There was a massive world out there waiting to be explored!