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Psychics, Ghosts, Astrology, Paranormal, Hauntings

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Another insightful article by Melissa Van Rossum (with some comments from me!)

About a decade ago I was attending a church that sent out the minister’s upcoming sermons in their newsletter. Over the next month he would be teaching on “The Evils of Psychics, Astrology, Tarot and the Paranormal”

Uh-huh. That marked the last Sunday I attended that church.

A friend suggested I make an appointment with the minister and perhaps do a reading for him. She thought that might open his mind.

I didn’t follow through on that idea partly out of fear of what that minister’s potential reaction might be. He ran (and still runs) one of the largest conservative churches in Atlanta and wields a considerable amount of influence. If he had decided to toss my name out to the congregation that week I might still be getting phone calls. At the time I didn’t see much sense in stepping out in front of what looked to me like an oncoming bus.

But I also declined because the point of my readings and abilities are not to convert or to prove anything to anyone really.

I often wonder what that minister and the church members must think today of the popularity of Medium, Ghost Whisperer, Psychic Kids - Children of the Paranormal, Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State and Ghost Hunters International.

Even though they’re an organization that, in part, teaches a belief in life after death, I doubt they’d be open to any truth other than their strict interpretation of what happens after you die.

Ahhh, it’s my childhood all over again.

But thankfully, the veil continues to lift and their are more psychics and mediums living out loud who voice their experiences. God bless you all.

Here's what I think:

You’ve probably noticed by now, I’m a fan of Melissa’s work. I frequently agree and relate to what she has to say, which is why I choose to share certain articles of hers with you. This particular post struck a cord and hit close to home with me. I recently had someone walk out of my life abruptly after learning of my abilities. I had become close to their family over the past 5+ years. She chose to cut off contact due to her religious beliefs, thereby, me being a “danger” to her children. I was then written a letter outlining all of the biblical proof (and I use that word loosely here) that I was surrounded by nothing but “evil spirits and demons”. I know the intention of that letter was to sway me towards the god she claims exists, but completely achieved the opposite. It is that close-mindedness that I want no part of.

Mostly I am saddened that she is operating on a daily basis out of fear. I’ve lived that life. It is not a fun way to live.

I am also saddened by what her children may think of me. I had a bond with those kids and would never want them to believe I am “evil” or would ever cause them harm.

I would love to live in a world where people think outside the little boxes they cram themselves into.

I would love to live in a world where anything is possible. A world where it could even be possible that our faiths and belief structures may not be exactly right…and accept and embrace that. Be open to the possibilities.

A world where what happens after we die may not be as clear cut as some think.

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My Haunted House ~ Part IX: The Poltergeist

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Believe it or not, not all of my experiences are dealings with dead folks. I have found I have some other abilities as well. Soon I will delve more into some skills I have recently discovered I’m pretty proficient at, such as remote viewing and psychometry. But this story is about an ability I hope I never bring forth again.

I find that during emotionally charged times in my life, the ‘activity’ increases. Which is a fairly common thing, really. This particular series of events was somewhat concerning for me though. It started with a knocking that seemed to be coming from my walls. And seemed to follow me wherever I went. Some knocks were faint, but others were down right undeniable. While I found this annoying, living in this house, I wasn’t alarmed so much as just wondering how long I was going to have to put up with this!

The next day, however, I became concerned as I started to smell the overwhelming smell of sulphur. As if someone had lit a match, but minus the smoke smell. I smelled it at home, then later in the car. And I was picking the kids up from the sitter, several others smelled it too and began to investigate the possibilities of the smell's origin.

What IS that?

Driving home, I noticed the gauges in my car started going wonky while I was in it. Needles jumping all over the place! 25 mph. No, wait, 90 mph. Half a tank of gas. No, wait, full, no empty....etc.

I was experiencing a new type of disturbance that was freaking me out. And it did not end there.

But before anything else happened, I turned to my old friend, google, for some research time. I looked up why I would be smelling the sulphur smell obviously not limited to one location.

What I found did not make me feel any better. After sifting through a ton of crap mixed in with some relevant information, I narrowed it down to a possibility of three things:

1) A Brain Tumor: Apparently, a common symptom of a brain tumor is smelling sulphur. Who knew? I did not. I pretty much ruled this one out straight away because of the fact that at least 3 other intelligent and functioning adults smelled it too. Unless we all have the same brain tumor, this can’t be my cause. On to possibility 2,

2) Aliens: Well, I believe in aliens…are they hunting me or something? At this point, I don’t know…I did have those ‘electrical disturbances’ in the car…hmmm…or,

3) Demon: Seriously? Shit.

Really? These are my three choices?

Then the night continued.

I was on my laptop in my bedroom and when I felt the sensation of my arm burning. Sort of like a fire type heat, but with a chemical type burn twist coming from the inside. It was strange. I pulled up my shirt sleeve to look at whatever was causing this pain. What I found I had to look at for a long time to make sense of it. The first thing I took note of was a scratch that was welting up in front of my eyes. Around this scratch was a red mark that looked like someone had been holding my arm very tightly for some time. But, I didn’t feel anyone touch my arm….

What gives here? I was so confused. I can always sense them before anything happens. I know when they enter the room or when I walk into a room that is ‘occupied’. This one was scaring me because I never felt it coming.

It was like a ninja ghost.

Despite my elevated heart rate, I needed to go on with my evening and keep it together, so I decided to change computers and went into the office and sat at the desk. I was just sitting in the rolling chair and was a solid two feet from the desk when I noticed a slight sway in the desk and the items resting on it. So I stopped to figure it out. No train going through. Earthquake? Nothing else was shaking…nope. While I sat pondering, it gained momentum. The desk was shaking fairly violently when I got out of the chair and left the room.

Going down the stairs, I hear the knocking in the walls again. The dogs couldn’t get away from me and out of the house fast enough. Cat, under the bed. Heart rate going up...

Thankfully, kids are seemingly unaffected at this point.

Around 4 AM, I emailed Chris (PROOV) and recounted the story, thus far, to him. After some discussing, he decided to again, involve Bishop Long. Here’s the response we got from him.

“Honestly, this sounds like a 100% case of Poltergeist and not Demonic. The fact that they are going through some pretty emotional turmoil right now, explains the knocking and the sulfur smell.

Poltergeist is not demonic. It is energy that is omitting from a person who is going through extreme emotional distress. When the person leaves the home, the activity will decrease in the home but when the person returns, the activity increases. Knocking is certainly very common for poltergeist.

There are some things that you can do. Have her stand next to a wall for a bit and see if you get any readings from knocking noises. Also, make sure that all curtains are removed from wall sockets. The number one form of destruction regarding poltergeist is fire.

Honestly, this does not sound like demonic to me but a very, very classic case of Poltergeist activity. I have seen this occur literally hundreds of times. The only way to eradicate the problem is to have the emotional distress under control. When the emotional distress is under control, they will see a dramatic decrease in activity.”

And he was completely correct.

I chilled. Activity stopped.

It seemed like such a simple answer. I know about poltergeists. Why did this not occur to me? I know that poltergeists are not actually spirits of once living people, but a person’s own energy causing a ruckus during times of angst. And this completely explains why I could never sense a presence. I was the presence!

I was my own ninja ghost.

Emotions and thoughts are powerful things. Much more powerful than most of us realize. Apparently, mine can beat on walls and shake desks.

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3 Ways of Ridding Your Home of Ghosts That Actually Do More Harm Than Good

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Another insightful article by Melissa Van Rossum

As an empath and a psychic, I’ve interacted with ghosts all of my life. When I was five, one of them became my favorite playmate and stayed with me for several years. My family called her my “invisible friend”. Ghosts are everywhere - churches, bars, historical sites - and occasionally they plant themselves as uninvited guests in people’s homes. Though not all of them are as friendly as my childhood friend was.

One ghost whom I met a few years ago, was a man who had committed suicide in his home. Blinded by despair and fueled by rage, he shot himself in the head. Years later, the house had been sold to new owners, but the original owner stayed on in what he believed to still be his home.

He took pleasure in haunting the new family whenever he could, and enjoyed a real charge out of their fearful and angry reactions. The mother of the new family was sensitive to the ghost’s presence and she knew whenever he was around. Rather than being bothered by him though, she considered it a novelty to have a ghost in her house. Even though his energy was rageful and depressed, she ignored the impact this had on her homelife and her family.

Finally, at her family’s encouragement, she went to a local metaphysical store to seek out a way to send him home. They sold her an oil called dragon’s blood and a smudge stick, telling her these items would make the ghost would go away. And of course, these things didn’t work.
When I was much younger and trying to get the ghosts to leave my home and property, several other psychics told me that the ghosts were there because of the wartime history of the surrounding land. They recommended I hold a ceremony where I blessed the land and assured me the ghosts would go away. They didn’t. In fact, they stood around and watched me and I conducted my ceremony.

I’ve found that purification and blessing ceremonies, while useful in their own right, usually do more harm than good if you’re trying to get rid of a ghost. Why? Because they don’t work. And that often generates more fear.

Getting rid of a ghost isn’t hard if you know what you’re doing. I know. I’ve guided thousands of them home. But most people are truly very afraid of ghosts and at the very least, they are negatively affected by their unsettling energy. When people feel afraid they can become desperate. And once they become desperate, they open the door for someone to take advantage of them.

Too often, in situations such as these, there is someone willing to sell you something like an oil or a smudge stick or a ceremony, that may very well be effective for other things, but these things won’t remove a ghost from your property.

In my book, Their Way Home, My Adventures as a Ghost Guide, I share the process I use to guide ghosts home. It’s simple, easy to follow and anyone can do it. I enjoy sharing my book and process with people because it puts the power back in their hands, where it belongs.
Melissa Van Rossum is an accomplished psychic, empath and author. It is her life’s work to help people awaken to their dreams by showing them how to tap into their own Divine Guidance. Their Way Home shares stories of her encounters with real life ghosts who searched her out in their quest to find their way home.

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Why Do Children See Ghosts & Spirits More Easily Than Adults?

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Another insightful article by Melissa Van Rossum

Children tend not to doubt what they see and sense as adults often do. When someone is in the room with them they acknowledge that person - whether or not that person has a body.

It’s usually only after repeatedly being told that they’re making things up that children begin to doubt what they see, feel and hear.

If you interact with a child who tells you about something you can’t yet see or sense, flow with it. Validate it for them or give them comfort if that’s what they need. Just don’t discount them.

Let them teach you how to trust yourself again.

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My Haunted House ~ Part VIII: Personalities

Thursday, March 12, 2009

In my experiences, ghosts have different personalities just as much as living people do. I don’t know if they are the same personalities that they had in their life here on Earth, because I’ve yet to come across a ghost I knew while they were living. But I bet they’re similar. And just like people, some of them are sweet as can be and some of them are just nasty to deal with. I thought I’d share a few examples of some of the more memorable spirits I have encountered inside my house.

The Boy On The Stairs

This was the first ghost here in the house that scared the bejesus out of me. I walked out of my bathroom and saw him on the stairs sitting with his chin in both hands staring at me. He looked harmless enough. He didn’t say a word. But the vibe coming off of this spirit was alarming. Something about the energy of this kid sent my heart rate skyrocketing and I ran past him to get to my front door. This was one of the nights my husband came home from work to find me waiting on the porch so I wouldn’t have to go back in the house alone. This was the one and only time I encountered him.

The Blonde Girl

I’ve written about this sad little girl before. She was not a nuisance at all. For years, she just followed me from time to time around the house seemingly for no other reason but to have company. Maybe she saw me as a maternal figure. I’m not sure. I’m hopeful that she is with her family again as she isn’t with me anymore.

The Man Who Needed Help

This guy showed up at an inopportune time (for him anyway). I saw him several times. Sometimes he would just walk into the room, look at me as if he expected something from me and then walk out when I didn’t acknowledge him. He was new to being a ghost I think. He looked like anyone else you would pass at the mall with his modern clothing and hairstyle. One night, he leaned over my bed while I was laying down for the evening and said calmly, “I need your help with something.” Why this was bad timing is that I had no idea what I was doing with this ability. He was the first one that straight up asked for my help. I simply ignored him the best I could because what was I supposed to do? Now I would treat that situation very differently. He became rather insistent and imposing. His purpose for me was monumental though. I became so aggravated with his constant presence so close to me that one evening, I just turned around to face him and “pushed” him back. I have no idea how I did it, I just know that he backed off and left me after a couple more days. We refer to this “pushing back” ability around here as my Jedi Mind Trick. As annoyed as I was with him at the time, I hope he knows how grateful I am that he taught me that I can have some level of control. This allowed me to let go of the fear and move forward. So, thank you Man That Needed Help.

The Whistler

I have also mentioned this guy. He was the one that drove me nuts with the whistling for weeks on end. He falls into the category of the ghosts that just do what they do with little regard for getting attention. I wouldn’t file him under residual haunt though because when I asked (or demanded more like it) that he stop, he did. I think he simply had no idea how much his behavior was bothering me.

The Respectful Woman

For a while, I had a very gentle woman hanging out here. She was very polite and seemed respectful of privacy. She was with me pretty much everywhere I went, except my bedroom or the bathroom. It was as if she knew those were my two spaces that it would be inappropriate to intrude upon. I so appreciated that and wish all ghosts adhered to this philosophy. I hate taking a shower knowing that someone is right on the other side of the curtain. Or changing my clothes in my bedroom with an unseen (or seen as the case may be) audience.


Minou was our cat. For quite some time after she died, I would “trip” over her being underfoot, just as she did in her lifetime. I would see her tail wrap around my legs and almost fall to avoid stepping on her. But when I looked around to catch a glimpse, she was always gone. I haven’t seen her in quite some time. I’m guessing the new cat ran her off. Minou was definitely an only cat type of pet. I believe animals have spirits just as we do and there is no limitations on what kind of spirits can become ghosts.

With each ghost I encounter, I learn a little bit more. Some I can’t wait to be rid of, some I am intrigued by and some have become friends in a strange way. Whatever the case, I’m appreciating the lessons.

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My Haunted House ~ Part VII: The Eviction

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Shannon (my cousin-in-law) and I were waiting for Chris (my friend and PROOV member who always gets my frantic ‘what-do-I-do-now’ phone calls) and the priest to arrive. The kids were out of the house, as requested by the priest, since we didn’t really know what we were up against here.

I answered the knock at the door and in walks Chris, the priest and his back-up. He showed up with a Catholic arsenal! At this point I became a little nervous…I mean, seriously, what was about to take place here?

Maybe I’ve seen too many horror movies.

He immediately opens his case of Catholic goodies and hands me a large crucifix on a chain. I looked down at it, then looked back at him and told him that, to me, this was nothing more than a big hunk of metal and I wanted to make sure that small detail wasn’t going to impede his process in any way. He told me that I didn’t need to believe in it, just keep it with me for the entirety of their visit anyway.

So I did.

After he was here for a few minutes, he told me that he didn’t think we were dealing with anything demonic here. I’m not really sure if I believe in demons anyway. You know me, I need proof of existence and I’ve never run into a demon, that I know of anyway, and I assume I would know. Hopefully, if they are real, I never have that fact proven to me. I’m good just not knowing for sure. He said he knew because if there were a demon present, he would have known straight away. You know, due to him being a priest and all, I suppose.

Shannon and I followed the Catholic team around and Chris followed all of us with the camera shooting the whole time.

It wasn’t long before we were chasing what had been tormenting us for the past few weeks. The priest mentioned he had felt like someone was “pushing” him on the stairs. We backed him in a corner in my bedroom. Chris walked right through him and backed up with a “Whoa…that was weird!”. Then a few of us began to feel pretty nauseous while in the room. He knew what we were trying to accomplish and didn’t seem too happy about it.

There is a room upstairs that I hate to be in. I never feel alone in that room. So the priest wanted me to sit in there alone in the dark (still with crucifix in hand). I didn’t want to do that, but he was persuasive in an odd way. So I went in and sat in the desk chair in the dark. He assured me they would be right outside the door at all times and would come to my aide should I request it. I sat for several uneventful minutes.

Suddenly, he burst into the room and asked if everything was OK. Confused by the urgency of his question, I told him I was fine and asked why he had asked.

I was told that as I was sitting alone in the dark, the night light in the baby’s room began to brighten much more than it should and the digital alarm clock began to change time rapidly then stopped on 12:23 AM. He explained the Catholic significance of that time, but I just can’t recall what it was (sorry! I'm sure you can google it...). All of them witnessed these events while I sat nervously by myself.

He then blessed each room upstairs and we all started back down. He mentioned on the way down that the upstairs seemed lighter than when we first went up. Maybe my aggressor was gone.

As we entered the kitchen he requested to visit the cellar. I said, “Have a good time! I’ll be up here when you’re done.”

I overheard him telling Chris while down there that I needed to be present for whatever it was he was planning down there. Chris told him that there was no way he’d get me to do that. I hate the basement. Even during tornadoes, I only sit at the top of the stairs and if I hear the house being ripped from it’s foundation, only then will I go the rest of the way down. From the moment I moved in here, I have always had the feeling someone is buried down there. I don’t know why. Just a gut feeling.

But somehow, that persuasive priest managed to get me to go down. I only went as far as the bottom step though. He’s not a miracle worker or anything!

Here’s what unfolded in the cellar:

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Before you watch the conclusion of this video, some pretty amazing things happened while we were down there. In an attempt to make communication and to announce our intentions as well as gauge the spirit's intentions, we asked it to do a few things. You saw the meter lights (it was measuring EMF), but we also asked for it to change the temperature of the room to a very specific temperature. I was even surprised by how quickly our temp readers fell almost 20 degrees to comply with the request and stopped exactly where we asked it to.

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I am certain that the spirit that moved on that night was that of the Blonde Girl. I haven't seen her since that evening. I hope that she is no longer sad and lonely the way she seemed while she was staying with me. I hope she has found her home and her loved ones. I didn't mind her being here with us, but am happy she has moved on to a better place.

I am extraordinarily grateful to Bishop James Long for helping this little girl move on and ridding our family of the nasty ghost that felt the need to aggravate us.

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My Haunted House ~ Part VI: Sometimes They Are Nasty

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Most of the time, the activity around here is only experienced by me, so I have a moment of joy when something happens for another to experience. Even better, when multiple people witness unexplainable events.

For example, we had my sisters and another friend over to hang out one night recently. Around 1:00 AM, we all went to the kitchen for a snack. Our friend had poured the final bowl of Cocoa Krispies (precious commodity around here) and set the bowl on a stool while waiting for my husband to retrieve milk from the fridge. While waiting, she turned her back to the stool and cereal bowl to engage in conversation with me. My husband was in the fridge with his back to the cereal bowl as well. Me and one of my sisters were the only ones who actually had the stool in our line of sight.

The bowl suddenly flipped off the stool resulting in a large scattering of the highly valued chocolaty cereal all over the kitchen floor. My sister didn’t say anything. The widening of her eyes said enough. My friend immediately blamed my husband for the tragedy, and an argument ensued over who must have hit the stool to cause the spillage. It was especially charged due to it being the last quantity of the delicious snack in the house! They both denied touching the stool. They were both truthful as well, since each of them were a few feet away from the bowl at the moment on question.

I just left the room giggling while they continued to figure out what actually happened. I knew what happened.

However, all the experiences here are not always that benign or entertaining. Every now and then, the revolving ghost door here lets in a nasty one. Most of our ‘friends’ only stay a few weeks at most, so we usually just ride it out knowing it won’t be long before they vacate. But we picked up one recently that was a little too aggressive to wait it out. I had to make some calls.

This particular spirit had been pretty aggressive with me in the way of hair pulling, pinching and pushing. I was annoyed for a while, but then it went too far.

My husband came to me one day, irate with the vein in his forehead throbbing. He asked me why I would slap our five year old across the face! Of course, I did not do such a thing and asked why he would ask me that. Our son had told him I did. Why would he say that? Later that night, I asked him at bed time why he told Daddy I did that.

His response was, “Because you did.”

I thought maybe he had dreamed this happening or there was some sort of other reasonable explanation. He said he couldn’t see me do it, but he was slapped on his face and since I was the only one home with him at the time, it must have been me (he still tries hard to logically explain things that happen around here in his own little five year old way). Although he was still trying to figure out how and why I did it.

I assured him it wasn’t me, but I would take care of it so that it didn’t happen again.

On another occasion during our aggressive guest's stay, my husband’s cousin was over watching some TV with me. I was lounging on my right side on the far right of the couch while she was sitting on the floor leaning back against the front of the left side of the couch. My attention was diverted from the television screen when I saw her head quickly jerk back against the couch in a very unnatural way. She then jumped up in fight mode certain that I had done the yanking. She quickly realized that it was against the laws of physics for me to have possibly pulled her hair with that kind of force and still be completely relaxed in the same location.

She then got a concerned look about her and asked, “Did that really just happen?!?

All I could say was, “Welcome to my world.

Phone calls were made and the date was set for a priest to visit the house. I’m not Catholic, but I’m game for anything we can do to solve the problem. My husband’s cousin requested to be present when we evicted the SOB that yanked her ponytail.

I’ve had a lot of crazy nights living in this house, but the night the priest was here ranks right up at the top.

(Stay tuned for details and vids...)

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The Bell Witch Legend

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

By Chris McGill

I'm in the process of putting together some footage from several visits to La Grange, KY. In the first post, The Haunting of La Grange Part 1 you saw a short investigation we did with Bishop Long on a private residence. There have been several other locations that we (P.R.O.O.V. Paranormal Researchers of Ohio Valley) have been to over the last couple of months and I'll be editing that down and getting it up on the site here within the next few weeks hopefully. In the meantime, I wanted to put up this interview I did with Pat Fitzhugh on the legend of the Bell Witch.

If you aren't familiar with the Bell Witch, it's a very old legend that dates back to the early 1800's. Actually, it's suppose to be the only documented case of a ghost actually harming someone. In this case, the spirit reportedly killed John Bell. The movie 'American Haunting' was based on the story and it features Donald Sutherland and Sissy Spacek. I thought it was a pretty decent movie. Does it follow true historical record? That will be up to the experts to decide.

When I was still doing my radio show, 'Dimensions: Encounters with the Unknown' I interviewed a man who had been researching the Bell Witch legend for years. Pat Fitzhugh has talked with many people in and around the town of Adams, TN to find out as much as he can about the legend. He's reportedly talked to the ancestors of the Bell family who still live in that part of Tennessee, as well with historical experts on Adams, TN and the Bell Witch such as Tim Henson. Here's the interview I did with Pat on what he's found out to be true, and not so true, on the legend of the Bell Witch. I've removed the commercials and music transitions from the show, so it may seem to be a little choppy at times.

Pat Fitzhugh on the Bell Witch Pt 1

Pat Fitzhugh on the Bell Witch Pt 2

Pat Fitzhugh on the Bell Witch Pt 3

At the time I did this interview there was a person who worked with me at the radio station that was directly connected to the legend. Brad Bell is a direct descendant of the Bell family of Adams, TN. Even today, his family sometimes blames 'bad luck' on the witch.

Brad Bell on the Bell Witch Pt 4

There's also a cave that is connected with the Bell Witch Legend. 'The Bell Witch Cave' is the site where supposedly strange and unexplained things have happened. Is it connected to the Witch or not? Who knows. I've been to the site twice, and although it is a very creepy place, we had nothing out of the ordinary happen while we were there. However, many other people have claimed to have had paranormal experiences in and around the cave itself. The site is now on private property and in 2008 was placed on the National Historical Registry.

The Bell Witch Cave

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My Haunted House ~ Part V: The Investigation

Saturday, January 24, 2009

I have mentioned before that I have been a tour guide for The Spirits of La Grange ghost tours. In preparation for these tours, a local paranormal research team (PROOV) was called out to investigate some locations on the tour to gather additional information. As a tour guide, I was invited to tag along during the initial investigation of the various stops. The team was comprised of 5 or 6 investigators as well as the group’s clairvoyant.

The walk through finished up earlier than expected and someone, knowing what life was like at my house, recommended we use the extra time doing a walk through of my house. So that’s what we did.

The group entered my house loaded up with cameras, digital recorders and a clairvoyant. This was about five years ago, so I was not as comfortable with my abilities as I am now. I remember the clairvoyant asking me why I didn’t “embrace what I had”.

I wanted to flip her the bird.

However, I simply said, “No, I would rather you just talk them and let me know what I need to know.”

I had never experienced a clairvoyant personally, so I was a bit skeptical. But this woman blew me away. She gave us so much information about the history of my house, that she didn’t even know she was coming to by the way, that it took me weeks of research at the courthouse to verify all she had said. She knew names, dates and personal information about previous families here that I eventually verified through community members that have occupied my house in the past or at least knew who did (very small town).

Here’s the short list of some things she told us:

• Switch the baby to another room. What she didn’t know was that he was waking up all night terrified. He would wake up screaming and when we got to him he seemed genuinely frightened. He would scratch and pull at us to get as close as he possibly could and hold on with all he had. This had been going on since his birth. After we took the advice and switched him to another bedroom, his the night terrors significantly decreased. I don’t think we’ll ever know what the poor little guy was going through to cause such a reaction.

• She had drawn a “floor plan” of our house the night before she came over. Except, not as it is now, but how it was originally when I purchased it. She had no idea we had done the remodeling ourselves, so she was showing me the picture and explaining to what it used to look like as if I didn’t know already. And she was dead on.

• It was explained to us that there was an older couple where the man was “trapped” in the room where our bed was. And that he loved having the children around. What I found out was, through my mother’s electrician, is that when he lived in the house with his aunt and uncle, his uncle was confined to a recliner in that room due to the effects of diabetes making it unavailable for him to move around much. And he always kept candy in his pocket for the kids when they visited.

Those are just a few of the things she told us. I remember her stopping and looking at me to say “I don’t know how you live here”. Sometimes I feel the same way. She requested to not be brought back to my house for the full all-nighter investigation, or for any other reason for that matter.

We got some interesting pictures during that couple of hours.

During the investigation, books were being tossed off the shelves in the baby's room while the clairvoyant was in the room.

This is me freaking out a little because as I went to enter the room with the clairvoyant, I was grabbed by something around my waist and pulled back out.

Damn startle factor! I was not expecting that right then! Look closely for the couple of possible orbs, especially the one by my head. I don't usually put much stock in people's "orb" photos because most of them are moisture, bugs or dust. However, on this particular day, they only show up in the pictures (3 different cameras by the way) when there was activity. There were hundreds of digital shots taken throughout the investigation, most of them had no "orbs". I do find it intriguing that the orbs only showed up this day during moments of activity. Dust doesn't do that.

This is immediately afterward. Look closely...there is a possible orb at my knees.
Because of the evidence the group collected in the short preliminary visit, they did decide to come out for a full scale all nighter. Here are a few more pics collected during the second investigation.

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Back to the Pharmacy

Friday, January 9, 2009

My friends, Barbara and Farley, asked if I would join them to a return trip up to the old pharmacy to visit the spirit that I became fast friends with last time. I am always up for a little practice honing my skills, especially with a known friendly spirit.

This time was a little different.

We walked into the building and headed upstairs to his space. At first I felt like we were chasing him down as he kept moving around as to avoid us. So we decided to just have a seat in the middle of the dark room just as before.

I felt confused by the energy, because it was different that the past couple of times I have been in the building. But the friendly spirit I was looking for was definitely present. I found out later what all the confusion was.

We announced ourselves and let him know we had no recording devices or electronics of any sort. We just wanted to visit with him. We asked if he could do something to announce his presence as well. Immediately I began seeing bright streaks of light all around the room in front of us. After a few moments it was pretty clear that I was the only one seeing them.

I explained to him that, while I appreciated his efforts in response to our request, I was the only one that could see him. So I requested something that all three of us could see or hear.

The response to this request was pretty astounding and like nothing else I’ve ever experienced first hand.

All three of us noticed the floor starting to sway. I’m not sure how this effect was caused, because I’m fairly certain that the whole building was not actually swaying. Yet, all of us experienced the same sensation simultaneously.

Then, we began to hear a series of taps and pops across the pitch black room. When this started, I began to feel weak and nauseated. Then I began to vibrate.

Yes, vibrate.

I assumed the floor was vibrating and I was feeling it from the floor, but no one else could feel it. Both of my friends touched me and could feel the vibration. It was truly bizarre.

Barbara asked if I needed to leave because of my obvious discomfort, but I was intrigued by what was happening and was willing to endure the discomfort to follow through. After five minutes or so, though, I needed it to stop. I stated out loud that I understood that making the sounds was hard for him, and he was making it hard for me. Please stop.

The sounds immediately stopped. We didn’t hear one more tap or pop from across the room. Up until that point, I wasn’t entirely certain that the sounds we being caused by a spirit using me as a viable energy source to comply with our requests or just an old building settling in the cold temperatures. But in the next few moments following my request for him to stop, I began to feel back to normal and the vibration stopped. I was sure then exactly what had happened.

It was then that the energy confusion I felt earlier became clearer. I looked to the left and could see the silhouette of Farley because of a small light source from downstairs. Then a dark shadow of a large man walked quickly behind him and into the darkness. I caught a glimpse of him again on the other side of the room before he disappeared into the darkness completely. Before I could even say anything, Barbara asked me if I sensed a presence to our left behind Farley. She didn’t see him, but it was a strong presence and easy to sense. We all noticed the energy difference the room held.

He didn’t feel aggressive or dangerous, but very protective and seemed irritated that we were there. His vibe was not welcoming. This explained the confusion I had coming into the building. He had yet to show himself to me before in this space.

With this energy shift, we went ahead and packed it in and went home.

I got in my car and shut the door and noticed the energy in my car was no different than in the building.

This guy is trying to follow me home!

Well, I did fail to tell them all on this trip that they were not to follow me out of the building. You know, minor details, right? When I pulled up to my house just a few blocks away, I told him that my house is crowded enough and he would be sleeping in the car tonight and was not allowed in my house.

The next morning my car battery was dead.

Maybe he did sleep in the car. Hmmm…

He must have not enjoyed his sleeping accommodations, because I haven’t sensed him around since that night and have had no more trouble out of my car battery.

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My Haunted House ~ Part IV: Some People Won’t Come Back

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Not everything in this house is all that uncommon. There isn’t always a goat in the house or things flying across the room.

We experience fairly common phenomena around here that I've heard others claim happens with their hauntings as well. Footsteps during the night, the dogs barking at “nothing”, cold spots, you know, things like that. And the kids toys are always playing on their own. We do live about 50 yards from a very active train track, so at first we thought it was just the vibrations setting them off. However, that just simply isn't the case. After living here over 10 years, we are pretty familiar with the train and it’s effects, and I’m sure the train has set off a toy or two, but sometimes we know it isn’t the train or toy malfunction.

Case and point: I had a friend over on a night that was particularly active. This is the same friend that found the change stacked in the fridge, so she's aware of our little situation over here. But she is not so interested in being present for our ghosts mischievousness. This was one of those nights when the toys kept going on "by themselves" and each time she got more and more jumpy. Trying to accommodate my guest, I got up and actually turned them all to the 'off' position. I knew it wouldn't help, but it seemed to make her feel better. Shortly after I sat back down on the couch, sure enough, the toys started singing little songs and lighting up. I giggled. She, very seriously, looked at me and said, "You might think this shit is funny, but I'm not laughing! I'm out!" And with that she up and left.

Now, I know that she’ll come back over, but sometimes our friends will experience something here at the house that keeps them from ever setting foot back in our house.

My sister-in-law was over one evening and was sitting on the floor with my husband in front of me sitting on the couch. She is Iranian and has long, very thick hair that she had in a braided ponytail. I watched as her hair was slowly lifted in the air and then quickly slammed onto her back hard enough to send the rubber band flying across the room and a welt left on her back from the impact.

That was the last time she was here.

There are others who think my house is a novelty and try to provoke things to happen. This behavior annoys me because I’m always the one left here alone when they go home. My sister is one of these people. My favorite experience was when she was clearly asked to leave by one of our ghosts. Here’s how it went down…

One morning I was making coffee as my husband showered. I set a spoon down next to the coffee maker and walked away for roughly two minutes. When I returned, I found the spoon bent in half. Truthfully, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. That startle factor gets me every time! I picked up the spoon and took it into the shower and showed my husband asking, “What do you make of this?”.

His response was, “Should we call somebody?

So, my sister heard this story and decided next time she was over that she would get them to do it again for her. I try to explain to her over and over that they aren’t performance artists and don’t seem to appreciate being treated as such. She ignores me.

Next thing I know, she’s laying out spoons on the counter and demanding an encore. Which she obviously did not get. So the rest of the evening, against my wishes and advice, she was taunting and provoking to get a response. I guess they got sick of her after a while because during one of her taunting sessions, the front door to my house flew open! She got up to close it and as she was placing her butt back on the couch, it happened again. And then again, and maybe another time. After several attempts to get her to exit the front door, she finally got the message and shut up. When she stopped with the taunts, the front door remained closed and she was once again welcome to stay as a guest in our home.

Occasionally, I take a step back and look at the life I have and wonder how I have gotten used to it. I remember the first time this thought occurred to me. I was sitting on the couch watching TV early in the morning when an empty cup flew off a chair, went through the air across my field of vision and hit the wall to my right.

The odd part was when I realized that I didn’t even glance to my right to take note of the cup laying on the floor after it bounced off the wall. That’s the moment I realized how strange it is that that sort of event can happen without note being taken in this house.

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