The Paranormal & Supernatural

Nov. 1, 2019

HAUNTED: This experience lasted over ten years and the after effects remain. At first, it was simple things like the doors opening and then closing on its own, little things were moved (we had a video of my wire whisk slowly moving back and forth on it’s own between two other whisks on either side of it and of a shirt that was in front of another hanging on a door knob. It was swaying back and forth but the one behind it was not. It was as if the entity wanted me to know it was there).

I was sitting at my desk one afternoon when I felt someone come up and pull my hair back from my neck. It literally was lifted up off my shoulder (I had hair to the middle of my back). I turned to look expecting it to be my son, but he was across the room. I said, out loud, “Don’t touch me,” and my hair promptly dropped down.

One afternoon, while my son was doing his schoolwork, I saw him out of the corner of my eye, get up, and go into the kitchen. Suddenly, the cabinet doors slammed and I jerked around to see why he slammed the cabinets when he was still sitting at his desk.

I said, “I thought you went into the kitchen; I saw you go in there!”

He said, “No, I saw YOU go in there.”

The shower door in my bathroom was a smoky glass. You could see through it, but not see clear images. Many times I would be in the shower and see “my husband,” Reese going into the bedroom, but it wasn’t him. He said it happened to him quite often, as well, and he always thought it was me.

One night, I forgot my towel and saw him walking into the bedroom so I called out to ask him to bring me a clean towel. He didn’t answer, I called out again, and again, before Reese finally came from the other direction and asked if I had been calling him.

I insisted I saw him going into the bedroom!

It was so terrible, that I would not stay in the bedroom alone (while awake, at least) and I would make my husband sit in there with me until I fell asleep.

I would see “something” come out of our closet space and pace the room, going back and forth, but not on my side of the bed. It was a solid black figure, slightly hunched over, and he would do that several times before finally leaving the room and going toward the living room. It would terrify me.

The shadow figure did not come out while Reese was in there, only when I was in bed alone. If I left the lights on, I didn’t see him, either. However, when I switched to a day shift job, I had to get up at 5 in the morning and couldn’t sleep with the lights on (poor Reese).

My son (who refuses to speak on any of these events as he’s still suffering the effects of the haunting), told me about this particular incident after we’d gone to see the movie Paranormal Activity.

He insisted, “Whoever made that movie, had to have experienced it to get it so accurate.”

I asked what he meant and he told me this: A few years earlier he had a sleepover. All of his friends were asleep on the floor, but he could not sleep so, he got up and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

All of a sudden, around 3 in the morning, he heard the bedroom door open and the (vibrating) footsteps as they headed in his direction. He said it was shaking everything in its path.

As it came by the kitchen, everything shook: the cabinets, the dishes inside, and the things on the counter tops. By the open counters, all my candy dish displays shook. As it came by my desk, the things on my desk shook and vibrated, his father’s desk next to mine included. As it rounded the love seat, the items on the mantle shook with fury. The footsteps stopped right in front of him. He said he kept his eyes closed for fear of what he would see. A few minutes later, he said he felt a sense of relief and realized that whatever it was, was gone.

The bedroom where the steps were coming from was always, with emphasis on always, cold. Even in the summer. It stayed ice cold.

My brother and his (now ex) wife spent a week and a half with us. They slept on the sofa bed. One morning I got up and my brother said to me, “Why do you get up in the middle of the night and stomp around in the kitchen?”

I’m not getting up and stomping around in the kitchen,” I insisted.

Yes you are! Every night this week, around 3 AM you come out here and stomp around, you open and close the refrigerator and cabinets. There’s a light in the fridge, you know. We’re trying to sleep out here, and it’s disturbing us.”

It wasn’t me. My nephew said it happened with him, too. He asked me what was I going to cook at 3 in the morning and insisted it was every night. Keep in mind, during some of this time, I worked graveyard shift and I wasn’t even home! Why would they say it was me?

Reese has told me on many nights when I was asleep or he was alone, he would hear someone in the kitchen banging around the pots and pans. When he looked, no one was in there so, he decided he would holler out, and he did. He would say, “Stop it! I can’t hear the TV.” and it would stop… just like that.

He complained of being in the shower and hearing “conversations.” They were not audible enough to hear what was said, but loud enough to know someone was talking.

He described it as if people were outside the house talking… you could hear them, but not what they were saying. Sometimes it happened while the house was full, but more times than not, it happened while he was home alone.

One night, my husband got up out of bed to use the bathroom. When I felt him pull the blankets back and get back into the bed, I rolled over to hug him and no one was there. I jumped out of the bed and screamed and then heard Reese, still in the bathroom, ask me what was wrong. There was no one in the bed.

Another night, I was laying on my right side and I felt Reese move into me and snuggle my back. Then he started stroking my hair so, as usual, I reached up with my left hand to take his that he had rested on top of my head, but it wasn’t there.

I rolled over to ask him why he moved when I saw he was on the other side of the (king-sized) bed with his back to me and hard and fast asleep. I didn’t even hear him snoring… at all …until then.

The nursery room (turned storage room) was separated from our room by double doors. One night, my husband was watching a movie and I didn’t want to disturb him, but I had to go to bed. I decided to leave the TV on in the bedroom and lay down. About fifteen minutes later, I saw the light from the nursery shine under the door and heard him in there moving around boxes.

I called out and asked him to stop. The noise stopped and he left the room; I heard the other door close as he exited. A few minutes later, it happened again so, I called out (I know I was irritated) and asked him what was he looking for by moving all those boxes around. Again, the noise stopped, the lights went off, and the other door closed as he left the room. Several minutes later, it happened a third time. At this point, I was mad and I got out of bed and snatched the double doors open to find the room, not only completely empty of people, but the lights were off and the other door was shut.

I went out to the living room and (as calmly as possible) asked my husband what he was looking for in there. He and my son both swear, he was never in the room. They had been watching the movie the whole time.

I would be brushing my teeth, spit in the sink, and when I’d lift my head, I would catch a sudden movement behind me in the mirror. It was so dang fast, I never did see what, or who, had been there.

One afternoon, I laid down for a nap. I wasn’t asleep. I was quite restless, though. I realized that someone was in the bedroom with me as I laid with my eyes closed (yes, I’m an idiot). I was so sure it was Reese, especially when he tucked my hair behind my ears and bent down to kiss me. I opened my eyes and no one was even there.

The straw that broke the camel’s back: Everyone tried to convince me it was my deceased father. However, my beliefs are clear – these ghosts are not the souls of our deceased loved ones so, I never believed it was my father. One particular night, I was proven correct.

I was laying in bed waiting for Reese to come in there with me. I had my eyes closed when I felt someone “sneaking up” on me. I remember I kind of smirked because as I said, I was not asleep. I opened my eyes and started to ask him, “What are you doing?”

I saw the silhouette of a little boy on the wall. He was creeping up towards my head. I gasped really loud and rolled back away from him. He stopped as if he were suddenly caught then he turned and ran away. I watched his silhouette run around the room on the wall and out the door.

I called my husband (Okay, I really screamed for him) and he came running. I told him what happened. All of these things had taken such a toll on me. I was becoming more and more unnerved by the entire incident. I finally broke down and called my brother.

I told him as much as I could up to the point of the little boy, to which he responded, “As soon as you said little boy, I knew you were talking about a demon, not a haunting. Demons use children because they represent innocence and people trust them.”

He asked if I had a Ouija Board which I denied. I know they are the devil’s toys. He recommended getting the house blessed and I did. Two weeks later, my nephew came running out of the (ice cold) bedroom asking why my son did not answer his phone.

I called you twice!” and when my son said he never got a call, Kevin told him to check his phone. Sure enough, there were two missed calls, back-to-back.

The problem was, as Kevin laid in bed, he saw a black solid figure, a little hunched over, come out of the closet and pace back and forth at the foot of the bed before finally turning and vanishing through the wall.

I remember scolding him because we had just had the house blessed days earlier and I was afraid Kevin (who has a pension for the dramatics) was going to call it back. A few days after that, I found the source of the “haunting.”

I was cleaning some shelves out and preparing for a yard sale. I’ve always been somewhat clairvoyant; a gift I do not want to have. Reese had always been fascinated with my abilities so, to encourage me to use them more, he bought me a deck of Tarot Cards one Christmas about ten years earlier.

I called my brother back and asked about them. He confirmed they are Ouija Boards in card forms. I got rid of them and fast. Since then, not a single thing has happened. Nothing!

It also explains why I was the primary target; why this thing latched on to me the most. The cards were mine, and in fact, I did play with them a couple of times. I really believe that’s why I became the entity’s focus.

However, it’s left us scarred especially my son and I. Anytime we hear a bump in the night, we look. I don’t “feel” anything, but who is 100% accurate? For the last few years, I’ve been so affected, I don’t even sleep in my room anymore.

I don’t like going in there when no one is home and if I have to, believe me, I pray for protection before going in.

Copyright © November 2019

 

 

 

Oct. 28, 2019

When my friend Robert suffered damage to his home from a tornado, he rented a place on Lafayette, in Georgetown, from a young man whose aunt had just passed away. It was temporary until the damage to his own home was fixed and it was habitable again.

The rental house was completely furnished since no one had bothered to clear it out, yet. It had everything Robert would need including utilities. It was also in dire need of repair from years of neglect, but at $300 a month plus the utilities, he jumped on it.

Since he didn't drive, I drove him over to his new home and when I walked in the door, I could feel it. There was absolutely no mistaking it; the house was haunted.

I didn't say anything to Robert because in the past, whenever I would tell him about a ghostly experience, he would just roll his eyes at me and walk away.

"You don't believe me?" I would ask with a chuckle.

He often gave his customary response, "I don't want to talk about it."

Although I did not say it out loud that his temporary dwelling was haunted, I did turn to look at him. I could see by the look on his face that he knew it, too. I realized then that it wasn’t he didn’t believe, he was just afraid to acknowledge it out loud.

I got a call early one morning. It was Robert, "Michelle, can you come get me?"

"Sure, want to go to breakfast?" I offered half-jokingly.

He has always, with emphasis on always, turned me down. Robert was raised in an era that a black man and a white woman seen together in public could be disastrous especially, if she were married. Today, though, Robert said yes to the offer.

"Okay, what happened?" I asked over breakfast. I knew something had happened for him to jump at the chance to leave the house.

"I woke up feeling like someone was staring at me. I rolled over and there was a black lady standing right next to me by the bed staring at me. She didn't look happy, either."

"Holy scrambled eggs! Did she say anything? Who was it? Did she run out when you woke up? How did she get in the house? Did you lock the door before you went to bed?" I could not stop my mind from the possibilities, except for one...

"She vanished...into thin air!" he answered animatedly.

I shook my head, "A ghost?" Robert nodded in agreement. "A full apparition; head to toe?"

With a tone of sarcasm, he answered, "I don't know; I didn't bother to see if she had feet when she disappeared. And, that's not all, either. The other morning, I was in the shower and when I turned around to rinse off my back, that same woman was peeking around the shower curtain at me, only this time, she was curious, like she was trying to figure out who I was. I hear someone in the kitchen like they're cooking all-the-time! Sometimes, I even smell the food and when I go look, nothing!"

I was in awe. "Was the shower incident another full-body apparition?"

"No," he answered, "I could tell it was just her head and the hand she was using to pull back the shower curtain. I haven't showered since, I just been washing up and I'm not going to sleep in her bed anymore, either. I'll just stay on the couch."

We had already offered our spare room to Robert when we picked him up from the hospital after the tornado and he refused. I made the same offer to him again: to let him stay in our spare room, free of charge, until he could get back on his feet again.

He refused again...it was the black-white thing. I understood. It was the way he was raised. In the end, I took him back to his haunted rental house on Lafayette and just kept checking in on him until he could move back to his own home.

It seemed that if he stayed out of her shower and out of her bed, she left him alone. If he moved something in the house, Robert would wake up in the morning and find it back in the original place. The daily phantom sounds of someone in the kitchen cooking with occasional scents of food never did go away, though.

May. 14, 2019

Written by, Karoline Cigan Eisnor

I live in Hastings, Ontario, Canada and I have my own paranormal team. My team and I have done a lot of investigations: some with no results and some with the most amazing results you have ever seen.

We have investigated a few grave yards. Once we had an evil spirit that followed us around the graveyard. The investigation I speak of  is in Warkworth Cemetery in Warkworth, Ontario, Canada. I was never in my life so terrified, because this man (spirit) was behind us from the moment we came into the graveyard. He continued to follow us everywhere we went.

One of my paranormal team members was with me. She was walking behind me videotaping the investigation while I was voice recording. We could hear someone walking behind us during the taping. The hairs on my arms stood right up.

We stopped and listened. Then we decided to walk again and, again, we could hear the third set of footsteps. Mind you, there were only two of us walking so, by this time I was getting a very uneasy feeling as we were going forward in the hunt.

In spite of it, we kept investigating and at one point, my son, Joey, called out to us to come and see this particular gravesite as he was in another part of the cemetery. We went to him and I noticed the grave had no grass and no flowers, only dirt on it.

I will never forget the name after that gravesite visit, “McVety.” He was born sometime in the 1940s and died quite young. He was in his early twenties when he died. I was never so scared in my whole entire life as that night. Needless to say, I only made it through ten minutes of the investigation before I had to get out of there.

He followed us as we ran from the cemetery. While we were sitting in the car, we could hear him walking around it. We even heard children laughing and giggling. I snapped a few pictures from inside and we could see what looked like to be orbs around us. 

I did try to research the young man since I had the year of birth, year of death, and his name, but nothing ever turned up. I couldn’t find anything. However, that does not negate the fact that he was a very dark entity, or spirit, who dwells in Warkworth Cemetery.

***This is an actual photo of Warkworth Cemetery 

May. 8, 2019

I had gone to a known haunted house to do an interview with the couple who reside there. Even if I had not been told of the home’s history of being haunted, I would have known as soon as we pulled into the drive. The paranormal aspect of the house is very strong and prevalent.

We went in and conducted the interview. The couple is very pleasant and they had much to share about their home. It has a bit of local fame to it as it is the last standing Rhem House built by the Rhem brothers in the late 1800s.

After the interview, I had the honor of being given a tour of this beautiful home. I snapped several pictures, all of which, I didn’t see anything out of the norm at the time. It wasn’t until I got home and unloaded the pictures that I noticed things. I called my hostess on the phone and we discussed some of the snapshots of which I have written about and even posted in past articles.

Fast-forward a year. I was finished with the photos and intended to clean out my folders and delete files when I opened one of the last photo’s I had taken inside the house. It was of my favorite room.

The room was so elegant with a hint of nostalgia. I had stepped just inside the threshold so as to get as much of the room in the snapshot as I could without distorting the elegance of the view. The antique curio cabinet in the back corner by the brick fireplace only added to its allure.

I noticed something that I did not see when I took the picture. It was a face. I immediately called my hostess and sent her the file. She saw three faces, and was able to name the person (a past owner) in one of them. She even returned a file with the late owner’s photograph; it’s her.

I showed it to my son who swears, it’s our own reflection, but again. We stood at the threshold of the room; the glass cabinet is in the back so there’s no way it is of our reflection. Even so, how do you explain Mrs. Rhem’s face being in the glass reflection with the other two faces?

Do tell: can anyone else see the faces in the reflection of the curio cabinet?

NOTE: In the picture, I saw something “foreign” that made me take a second look. I blew up the photo, which I don’t know how to save the blown up view. If you can save it, enlarge it, and you’ll see her plain as day. She’s even wearing an old fashion hat.

Apr. 10, 2019

I was at work one night and went outside to smoke a cigarette. As I sat down in the patio chair at the table and lit one up, I noticed this bat sitting in the tree about 100 feet away from me. It was a moonlit night so I could make out his form as he sat perched on the thick branches.

It wasn’t a normal bat, though. This thing was huge. If it were on the ground, I’d have to say he was probably several feet tall. I remember feeling very uneasy...very. I knew that as sure as I sat watching him, he was watching me.

I smoked the 120s, the extra-long cigarettes so half of the smoke later, I decided to put it out and go inside. I was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. All of a sudden, the bat flew away. He spread his wings and took off soaring into the sky. His wingspan had to have been six-eight feet wide. I quickly put out my smoke and went inside the facility.

I don’t always tell people what happens when things happen because I like to think about it and process it in my head first. That’s what I did with this information; I kept it to myself for now.

I went out a couple of hours later and the same thing happened. This time, though, the bat turned completely around to look at me. Apparently, when I walked outside, he had his back to me. I pulled the chair away from the table and closer to the door as I sat down to smoke another cigarette. I saw him turning around. There was no mistaking what he was doing.

I truly did not know if I was seeing what I was seeing. I thought I was completely wrong and what I was seeing was not real so, I sat down to smoke my cigarette. Quietly, as we looked at one another, I started thinking about his expansive wings and questioning my own recollection of them.

However, as if reading my thoughts, the bat took off in flight again. This particular time, he flew around in a circle, as if showing me his wings were real, and then resumed his perch on the branch. I jumped up and went back inside. I was scared to death because I realized, I had not been imagining anything at all. Needless to say, I had decided that in the future, I would take my smoke breaks elsewhere.

I went in and the nurse from the other nursing station saw my face. She and her orderly were at the nurses’ desk talking as I was passing by when I ran into the building.

“What has gotten into you?” Glenda asked laughing at my demeanor. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost up close and personal.”

“There’s plenty of them around here, too,” Robert added, also laughing.

I caught my breath and explained, “There’s a bat out there with a wingspan of about six to eight feet wide!” Both laughed and I repeated it again with insistence, “I’m not kidding. I’ve seen it twice!”

A few minutes later, after humorously taking jabs at me, Robert bravely announces, “I’m going to go outside and smoke a cigarette. I want to check out this huge bat with eight-foot wings.”

I noticed he didn’t stay out there too long. I was still at the nurses’ desk talking to my co-worker when he came back inside.

“Did you see it?” I asked.

Robert waved me off and grabbed his laundry barrels. As he started down the hall he said, “I’m not going to talk about it.”

And, he didn’t say anything about it, either, for about ten years. Robert and I were hanging out together one day (he was a family friend) and I brought up the bat creature. Robert laughed and shook his head.

“What happened, Robert? Did you see it?” I inquired.

He nodded his head and laughed again. “I saw it,” he confirmed. “When that bitch took off flying, I threw my cigarette down and ran back inside. Don’t you ever tell I saw it, either. You know how I am. I don’t talk about things like that, but I’ll tell you this, it scared the hell out of me.”

Neither of us knew what it was. A year or two later, the movie, The Mothman Prophecies came out and we both wondered if what we saw was a Mothman. It never bothered us, as in, it didn’t haunt us or cause us bad luck, even though it was very evident and very present.

Sometimes I think about the creature, even now, and wonder if maybe it was because we didn’t pose a threat to it. We just accepted it was there and let it be. I will say this, though, Robert nor I, ever saw it again after that night.