So sorry for the delay guys!! I have actually started my website and will continue to post my blog on there as well. If you’d like to continue reading or are interested in our overnight tours please check us out at http://www.paraadventures.com. I appreciate all of you reading.. It means so much that people are interested in my numerous adventures :) Thank you all, and let me know what you think of the new site!! It will still have stories of my personal experiences and the results of our overnights. If you have a place you’ve always wanted to spend the night let me know!! Maybe we’ll book a trip there in the near future! :)
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Hey ghosties! Our next overnight trip is set up! We are heading to the Loveland Castle (in Loveland, Ohio.) For those of you far away, no worries we will be heading all over the place in no time!
Take a step back in time!
Don’t be surprised if a knight strolls out to greet you on this visit. This castle is actually a replica hand built by a man with a big dream. He passed away before the completion of his labor of love so it’s no wonder he’d still roam the halls. When you drive down the steep hill to this humble abode, you will be amazed by the architecture that stands in front of you.
Creek rocks, mortar, empty bottles and milk cartons were some of the components used to build this beauty! Walk the narrow corridors and wander down the winding staircases of this castle in search of Sir Harry Andrew into the wee hours of the night.
Tickets are $50 for an overnight stay with some new friends and perhaps even Sir Harry and some of his spectral friends.
Check out our webpage for more details. You can purchase a ticket from the site as well as sending an email about any questions you may have as well. We hope to see you there! Happy Hunting!
(All photos courtesy of Alexis Fortuna Caoili, suitcase was taken by Erin Leigh Stilwell.)
I was running late and speeding along Route 50 to get to the Rectory after work. In my haste and blew past the little side street that my destination was on. I saw the small park on my right and cursed under my breath. I looked all over the place to turn around after that park, and finally some run down old building provided the solace I needed. I whipped my little car into the driveway and then backed out onto the street without hitting any pedestrians, cars or trees.
The sun was still brightly shining as I arrived and two of my friends were already there waiting for me. I parked my car in between the Rectory and the old dying church.As I got out of the car I could almost feel the sadness rolling off that church, as it sits in it’s 20+ years of neglect.
I brushed it off for now and ran up to the huge wrap around porch to greet my friends. We decided to wait until everyone had arrived before we actually got comfy in the old Rectory.
The building itself is a work in progress, and it is turning out to be a beautiful place. It is a labor of love for those doing the work and you can tell. As we walked into the back door, we were greeted by the freshly cleaned red carpet, and natural woodwoork throughout.
The kitchen is currently being rennovated, and it’s here where you can see the hard work that has gone into this place. The old walls are still untouched in sections and the new walls and work are not even a comparison.
This is absolutely the nicest place I’ve had the pleasure of exploring. There is furniture in almost every room. The kitchen is equipped with a fridge, water and some treats! If you want to actually sleep overnight there are even a couple of beds and a giant comfy couch. We felt very welcome as we entered the old Rectory that night.
On the night before a friend and I took a sneak peak of the place with the nicest folks I’ve met in this industry to date. They showed us around and told us the history of the place and their experiences. Neither of them believed in ghosts until they got this project and so many things have happened that it’s unexplainable to them and left them searching for answers.
One of the rooms upstairs contains a suitcase and a rocking chair. They refer to this room lovingly as, “The Creepy Room”. They just have a feeling of dread when they enter this room and don’t like going into it alone. As I walked in initially I didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but did notice blue tape on either side of the suitcase. They began to tell us that the suitcase apparently has a mind of it’s own and likes to move from it’s resting spot. They put the tape there to mark whether it had moved or not.
This place is much bigger than I had initially thought, and we did have a few experiences..
As the sun set we broke off into two groups. The lights were flipped off and we were guided by only a small beam directed to the floor from our flashlights. My group was downstairs in the kitchen trying to do an EVP session & the other group was upstairs in the servants quarters. The place was quiet, all except for the grumbling of our stomachs. We sat there asking questions in hopes of a silent response, that our recorders would pick up… The group upstairs started shuffling around, and made their way back down to us. We all went outside to wait for the pizza delivery person to quell that growling we were hearing, so that we could potentially hear the growl of an otherworldly kind.
Once the pizza arrived we all headed back into the kitchen to enjoy our feast and we talked about the night so far. When everyone’s hunger was satiated we decided to join forces and conquer the creepy room as a single group. We went back into pitch dark and headed up the stairs together.
We were all still laughing and joking a bit because of the dinner conversations. First we went to the priest’s room at the top of the stairs, but soon grew bored of that and headed to the room we all wanted to be in.
As we walked in, a couple of our flashlights hit the spot where the suitcase was supposed to be. There was about a half foot distance that it had been moved. We all looked at each other bewildered and were making sure we had all been accounted for. We moved it back to it’s rightful place and sat there staring at it for the next half hour or so. Needless to say when you’re right there staring at it, it never does what you’re hoping for. So we gave up and left that room alone for awhile.
After awhile of searching the Rectory, we decided to brave the church. Now, keep in mind this church is falling apart as I’d said in the beginning.. so we had to be extremely careful going in, especially in the dark. The floor is falling in and everything so it’s not dangerous because of anything paranormal, but it is treacherous. We led our group in one by one. We huddled together in the dark and used only one flashlight once we were inside. Now, we have a rule in ghost hunting.. if something tells us to get out, we go.
Nothing physically told us to leave, but man the place was overpowering. I don’t scare easily and neither does the friend that I do this stuff with.. but even the two of us couldn’t stand to stay in there long. I don’t know if it was the threat of a potential squatter coming out, or something else.. but that place felt.. off. That’s the best way to describe it.
All in all the Rectory was a great place to explore, and we will definitely be heading back in the fall. Next time we hope even more things happen and we are very excited to share these places with all of you. You can check out our website now to book a trip with us, or email us for more information. Till next time ghosties!
To drive by this location you’d never have a clue what stories lie just behind it’s doors. It’s a simple enough building, red bricks adorn the outside and it boasts 4 levels of haunted adventures. If you didn’t know better you’d simply pass by thinking it was a charming old house with a wrought iron fence surrounding it’s grounds, but I know better.
This building is over 130 years old and has seen it’s fair share of residents. There have been several deaths onsite and some odd circumstances were involved with at least two of the bodies that were found on the outside of the building. Both a grown man and a small child’s body were discovered at different times in front of the building, but even more odd is that there was a noose around the child’s neck.
Father Donald McLeod lived in the rectory and was actually killed a short distance away by a train. He was leaving his home to tend to some ill patrons of his church and was struck in the darkness & killed instantly.
On June 18th, 2011 I will walk in those doors with 12 people to spend the night in this very active building. We will arrive at 5:00 pm and have the rare opportunity to explore this vast building in the daylight hours before darkness even sets in. Once everyone has arrived I will divulge more of the historical aspect of this beautiful place and some of the tragedy that has occurred in the surrounding area.
As soon as the sun sets things will become more interesting.. It will be lights out. Flashlights are the only lights allowed! If you are interested in being one of the 12 to stroll through the past in this elegant building email me quickly as the tickets are going fast. I just posted this today and only have 6 spots left and tickets are available only on a first come first serve basis.
To purchase your tickets, email me at Paraadventurestravel@gmail.com or give me a call at: 513-439-0444.
You’re looking for a home, this will be your first home so you’re obviously excited. You call an agent to help you with the search, because you’ve already got your dream house pictured in your mind. Large back yard, maybe a white picket fence and thoughts of tulips freshly planted in that lovely flower bed in your imaginary front yard. There will be windows so large that light will pour in as the sun starts to rise. It’ll kiss your eye lids in the morning and greet you with it’s warmth. And that is only the start to the criteria planned for your dream home.
A smile forms on your face whenever you think of this future home and all the joy it will bring you. You have your agent’s number on speed dial and he is looking through all the listings with the tight specifications you’d mentioned. You’ve gone to look at several and none were “just right.” Today He comes across a listing he is sure you’ll love. He picks up the phone, and realizes with trepidation that this particular home has a dark history. He waits for you to answer, and gives you a brief description of the home, leaving out only one pertinent detail for now.
You can hardly wait to see this home because you just know that today could be your day. You meet him at his office and a smile beams across your face as he walks out with his briefcase and car keys in hand. He extends a warm hand out to you and you grasp his hand to meet his handshake. You tell him, “If this home is as great as you say it is, I’ll be forgoing the handshake and giving you a huge hug!!” As the two of you climb into his freshly cleaned car he starts to tell you about the home he’s taking you to.
The scenery is a blur to you right now as the car is in motion, because you are too excited about what’s coming. You remember a right turn into a quaint little neighborhood. The street is lined with trees and there are happy children playing in one of the yards as you pass. At the stop sign the car turns right onto a cul de sac. Your heart quickens it’s pace when you notice the dead end street.
You think to yourself, “I’m going to sleep so much better without all the cars driving by.” He stops in front of a large two story home. The back yard spans all the way out to a small pond and you notice a little boat house butting up to the water. He leads you through the white picket fence… and there are those tulips you’d dreamt about swaying in the wind. The picture in front of you looks like a masterpiece. A large white house with black shutters and all those flowers throwing colors all around. There is a looming weeping willow just begging for you to sit under it with a book and you silently add that to a to do list that’s starting to form in your head.
You love the house already and you’ve not even stepped inside. As you walk up to the door, you notice the two huge windows up above. As he notices your loving glance upward he says, “Those are the windows to the master bedroom…” You’re already picturing the sun kissed mornings and your smile can’t be stopped. He punches the code in the door and turns the knob.
Inside there are fresh hard wood floors and the smell of a brand new paint job. The place is in pristine condition. You want this house… there is no doubt about it. He leads you through each room and tells you about the neighborhood, the features you’d told him to find and you are scarcely hearing any of what he’s saying because you are too busy placing the furniture & picking out paint colors in your mind.
As he goes on about the house, one word catches your attention. “Stigmatized.” You abruptly stop next to him,and look at him blankly as if he’d stepped on your foot without apologizing. “Wha, what does that mean?” You know a word like that can’t be anything good…
“Well, I didn’t know if I should even bring you to this home, but it has everything you want and the price is way below the market value. However there is a reason for that. I must tell you that there was a mass murder committed in the home.” It takes a moment to register.. You think of how amazing this home is, how beautiful it is now, that tree you’ve mentally promised to sit under and they all start melting together. You’re not even sure what to ask at this point. The agent looks at you expectantly.
Silence ensues. Finally he speaks up, “The father of the family who lived here sort of went crazy. They aren’t sure what the motive was, but he shot his wife, and drowned his two children in the bathtub. Once he was finished he tried to burn the house down so he wouldn’t get caught for the crimes. He tried to stage it as a robbery.”
More silence, at least verbally.. As he’s telling you the story the images are flying through your mind. How horrible, that large bathroom that you fell in love with is the place two small children took their last gasping breath. The bedroom upstairs reeked of new smells. The paint and the carpet had been replaced. It now occurred to you why everything seemed so fresh and clean. You feel sick.. You want to go outside to get some fresh air..
Now my question to you.. Would you buy this home? If it had everything you’d ever wanted and then some. The economy is rough, and this house is way below the market value and the other houses on the street are selling for much higher due to the stigmatic status of this home. Even if there was nothing paranormal in nature going on, could you still live in the home? Some states are not even permitted to tell you if a home is stigmatized. So say you did move in, and then found out the grisly situation. How would you handle it?
Now a step further.. You do your own research on the home, and find that people are talking about the grisly scene and they all believe it’s haunted.. Would you want to live there knowing this?
Just some random thoughts I had today and wanted to get the thoughts of others!
Corvettes and alcohol don’t go together, just ask my dad about that one. Thankfully he’s still here to be asked about it..
I don’t know why the majority of this stuff I write about happened mostly in my childhood, but chalk this one into the mix with the rest. Maybe that’s where all of my interest has spawned from. The future events have just kept it alive and growing.
He finished his evening out with the boys, and should have never been behind the wheel. Alcohol permeated from his pores, and he unlocked the door to his silver sports car and climbed in. I’m not sure where he was leaving from, or even where he intended on going, but he never made it there. He turned the key in the ignition and put the seatbelt on. He probably fumbled with it for a few minutes before it clicked safely into the locked position.
He sped out onto the streets, and the ride was short lived. I believe the speedometer was frozen on the 100+ mph mark, and he raced that car for all it was worth. In the darkness of that night, the sky went up in a blaze as his car lifted off the ground into a corn field. From end to end that car flipped 6 times. Pieces littered the cornfield, and were strewn far out from the final resting place of the wreckage.
My dad should have died. The trauma from the accident was awful. They had to literally put his face back together, and the only thing that kept him from death according to the hospital, was the thin piece of cloth across his body that strapped him into place. Had he not put on the seatbelt, he would have been thrown from the car.
When the EMS team arrived they knew who he was and called my grandparents to let them know. They knew it wasn’t good, and that he most likely wasn’t going to make it. He was rushed into emergency surgery to be picked and prodded and put back together. It was a slow recovery process, but come back from it, he did.
My mom warned me before we went to see him. “He looks very different, but he’s still your daddy.” I was very young and didn’t know what to expect, but when I saw him I was scared. I wouldn’t even go near his bed because his face was so distorted. That memory tears at my heart today. It wasn’t until he spoke to me that I realized it was really him.
Years later my dad and I spoke about the accident and he showed me pictures of the wreck. They are awful to see, and I cannot believe he is still alive when I think of them. He is standing next to the twisted wreck holding the emblem to the car… the only thing that wasn’t destroyed. You can see the emotions on his torn up face as he looks through the wreckage in these pictures. The seat is still mostly intact and untouched while the rest of the car looks like a carcass from a past life.
He told me after the wreck he felt no pain, but more of a floating sensation. He saw himself and the events going on around him but was looking down at them. He heard the officer say, “That’s one of the Fontaine boys, better call his dad and tell him he’s not gonna make it.” He saw the hospital scene.. The cpr, the electric paddles to get his heart started again and then suddenly nothing. He saw the color white and it turned into a tunnel where he was being pulled up even higher. He felt the sensation of rising very very quickly, and then more white and a bright light source.
He saw in his mind what he thought could be heaven. He saw bright faces of people who’d passed on before him and they all exuded a very strong sense of love. He felt very full and happy. But a voice boomed out and said, “Not yet! It’s not time for you yet, go back.” And just as quickly as he’d risen, he was falling down at an exponential amount of speed.
Suddenly he gasped for air and his eyes flew open… and there was the pain. It hit him full force and the hospital staff stood over him amazed. They thought those eyes were closed forever. My dad has no reason to lie about this story, and I believe him. I’ve looked into other stories of near death experiences and they are all very similar in nature. There has not been a ton of research into the subject because some people think it’s absurd and it’s been frowned upon.
My dad walked away from a death sentence. The only physical reminder is a couple small scars on his face. To see him today, you would never know the accident occurred. I would love to learn more about this subject, and to see what the connections are. I believe very strongly that there is an afterlife. It doesn’t mean I’m in a hurry to get there…just that I don’t believe this is IT. The human brain is so complex in ways that we aren’t even aware of. Who’s to say it just dies after the body is gone, or that the “soul” is non existent? You can believe what you want, but I’ve had too many personal accounts to believe otherwise.
Hello everyone! I know it’s been awhile since my last post. But I didn’t leave so long without reason. I have finally decided to start the company that I dream about even when I’m awake. When I talk about it, I can feel the adrenaline surge through my body from the excitement. I tell everyone whether they want to hear it or not… sorry… but get used to it. :)
What is this super awesome idea that you speak of Beth?? Well, I have combined my love for travel and the paranormal. Para-Adventures is going to be a shot for those who’ve always wanted to tour the places they see on t.v. I will get my groups into the places for a private tour. Transportation and sometimes, depending on how far away, accommodations, will always be included in the cost of the tickets.
I’ve toured a few places and I can tell you first hand I am excited for you to see these places but also myself as well. You see, most of the spots that we will go to do not let you wander off alone. They keep you in a large group to explore a place section by section. Well, in my book that’s not what ghost hunting is all about! It’s pretty difficult to get an accurate EVP if there are 100 other people in the room with you. Sorta takes the wind out of your sails. I will tell you about the history on the way to the place we are exploring, and then you’re on your own! I will always provide the info on what to bring, how to dress, etc.
Although the company is in it’s infancy, I have the first trip planned! We will be heading to The Mansfield Reformatory! I have been to this beautiful building and it is absolutely breathtaking. I posted a blog a little while back with more detailed information on the facility. I will update soon with the date and the price!! But get ready and let me know if you have an interest in going. Great things are coming so keep your eyes open! Please spread the word… Whoever signs up the most people will get to go for FREE!! (There is a minimum of 5 people.. to get the free trip.)
I was weary from a night of arguing with my boyfriend. By this time it was near 2:00 a.m. and I had school the next morning. My eyes were still wet with the tears left from the wounds his words had left and my heart was heavy. The drive home was taken all by back roads and the trees loomed overhead. I weaved my car through the twists and turns as carefully as I could.
I hadn’t gone this way very often, but I felt it may be shorter and my bed was calling my name by this point. The radio was playing a soft melody and echoed how I felt in my heart. I was pondering over the hurtful things he’d said, and although I was being careful, maybe I wasn’t paying as much attention to the road as I should have been.
The windows were down to let the chilly air blow in my face. I don’t know if I did it more to ease the tears, or to keep myself awake. Maybe a bit of both…
Ahead of me was an overpass and a sharp curve that came up once you passed under it. To the left was an old house that was tucked away in the trees. It had a gravel driveway that twisted up to it’s old porch. A parking lot was across the street with a small building that sat in the corner. It was sort of a rural area so not much else was close by for a few minutes at least.
I was approaching the overpass and hit the brakes to get ready for the curve I was anticipating. Once I came through I heard the sound of a large dog barking so I rode my brakes. Almost immediately the bark was followed by the dog itself, and it was running right at my car from the darkness. I slammed my foot down on the pedal to stop as he made a bee line for my car, but it was too late.
I had hit the brakes so hard my car slid. I screamed into the darkness as I realized what had happened, and that I probably just killed someone’s pet. I started trembling uncontrollably and the waterworks started up even stronger than before. The idea of not being good enough for the one I loved hurt, but at that moment thoughts of a small child losing her beloved pet haunted me more.
I pulled the car over, and thought maybe I got lucky because I didn’t hear anything when he went under my car. But, I couldn’t shake the thought that I was probably going to witness the dead or injured body of this poor dog. I stepped one foot gingerly onto the blacktop of the road, and put some weight on it to make myself get out of the car.
As I put the other foot out and lifted myself up I felt sick. I didn’t dare look back yet. I closed the door, but not enough that the dome light would turn out. I wanted the dim light that it would offer in the still of this night. I walked to the road looking for a mass, and there was none. I started to worry at that point. I thought, “Oh God, I’ve injured him and he’s hobbled off somewhere to die!!!” I had to find him.
I walked up and down that road, and even went into the field a small ways to see if I could see him, but he was nowhere to be found. I got back into my car and drove up and down the small section of the street shining my lights over everything, and still nothing. I was a mess. I pulled in the small parking lot and sat in my car crying. I cried over the dog, over the things I’d been through that night, and for a family I didn’t even know! I sat there for awhile wondering if I should wake up the family and tell them, or come back the next day to give them a restful night of sleep.
After a few minutes of this I heard the barking of a large dog… I turned my head but couldn’t see anything. So, I turned on the car and pulled to the driveway of the small parking lot. I listened for a few more minutes and I heard it again. It was very distinct in the silence that this was a large dog barking. In my mind I said.. “Maybe they had two dogs?”
Well, the same dog walked right across the street at the end of the drive way. I was stunned… How in the world had I not killed him? He didn’t appear to be injured or anything. What in the world?? I started to get out of the car, but thought better of it, in case he wasn’t as friendly as I’d hoped. I slowly pulled out of the driveway and made a right turn onto the main road hoping he wouldn’t try to chase my car again.
A year later my cousin and I were coming home from a night out and we took the same way back to the house. We laughed about the night and how much fun we’d had and the overpass came to sight. I automatically slowed down in case my old canine friend was out again. After we passed through there was no sign of him so I sped up, and wouldn’t you know it.. that darn dog came running up next to us in the car. I tried to speed up but he gave chase and wouldn’t give up. I slowed down and that darn dog ran in front of me AGAIN!! I immediately pulled into the parking lot across the street and my cousin and I were both scared that I’d hit him. We got out, went into the street to look, and nothing, once again.
We got into the car, and I told her the story of how all this happened to me the year before and that it was odd that the very same thing happened again. We pulled out of the lot and started driving and the dog showed up again! I was a little unnerved so I hit the gas. The dog stayed right there with us, and then he gained the lead and literally vanished. It was crazy… I stopped the car in the middle of the road, and my cousin and I just looked at each other. She yelled, “GO!!!!” at me and that was all I needed.
My foot hit the gas, and we got out of there. I went down the road a few other times, but since those two times I’ve not seen the dog again. Maybe one of these nights I’ll try it again soon to see if I can find my old friend. :)
After we moved from Harmon Ave. things changed pretty quickly. What seemed like some small activity going on at the old house turned into a daily performance at the new one. I don’t know if our old “friend” from the past residence followed us or if this was a whole new ballgame. Whatever the case, weirdness definitely ensued.
My mom was gone for the day, and I was downstairs watching “Hook,” with my new boyfriend. The movie blared through the speakers and the fights echoed from the surround sound speakers. After the movie left us in silence we discovered we were not alone. Just like in the old house, it sounded like someone was upstairs running around right above our heads. I was used to it, he, not so much. There was a tramping around that caused such a racket that I had to go up and investigate it.
He looked at me oddly as someone was seemingly being tackled in the bedroom upstairs. I laughed and told him it was nothing. But the distinct sound of footsteps could not be ignored. He implored me with his eyes, so I had to erect myself from the sofa to prove to him that it was, in fact nothing. Nobody was playing a joke on us, all that we’d find would be air.
I took the steps two at a time and opened the door at the top which led into my mom’s bedroom. He crept up slowly behind me and slid up next to my side as if I’d offer some protection from our eerie counterpart. His fingers wrapped tightly around my shoulder to the point where I had to ask him to stay in the hall way. The crashes from the bedroom were indescribable, but I was so used to this that I was not afraid. I opened the door and the room fell silent.
As I walked in there was nothing out of place, just as I knew there wouldn’t be. He was trembling, as he stepped over the divide from the safety of the hallway. He stayed there where I’d asked him to as he watched me look around. I raised my arms to his quizzical expression and shrugged. “Told ya.” I laughed out. He was not amused.
Over time small things happened, but as usual nothing bad, and the presence never felt evil or harmful in any way. It was mischievous at times though. In the living room is a small hand made glass swan on a mirror. It sat in the middle of a table, until it decided to move one day. My mom went downstairs to her swan because the mirror was now touching the wall, and so was the beak of the swan. She yelled for me, “Beth! What’s the deal?” I had no clue what she was talking about so I went into the living room to join her.
She motioned me over to the table, and we had talked of a ghost many times, so she thought I was pulling one over on her! She gestured to the swan and again said, “What’s the deal with this?” I laughed and assured her I had nothing to do with this little figure’s plight across the table. Well, she didn’t believe me, and became irritated with me. She gave up the fight, and moved the swan and mirror back to it’s rightful place.
The next morning, that little swan again decided to travel to a new piece of real estate. This pattern kept up for months. Every day we’d go down and find it in the same place with it’s shiny beak caressing the whiteness of the wall. Finally mom gave up. She stopped playing this game, and left the swan where she found it. We would check on it sometimes out of curiosity to see if the location had changed, but the only difference is that the swan itself would be moved around to face different things. Once it stopped moving altogether mom moved it back to the original spot, and it never moved again.
Those years of living there were very odd. When I moved out on my own it increased at my mom’s house. I guess it was upset I left or something. The t.v. in my old bedroom would turn itself on and off, and it would BLARE out as loud as it could go. Mom still made up excuses for these things and blamed it on a short in the tv. She unplugged it. She also started noticing smells that would waft up from nowhere. The range was from perfume, food and finally the stench of death.
I had some personal things occur and had to move back home. Once I came back it was like the icing on the cake. The t.v. in my room started having a mind of it’s own again, and in the middle of the night it would turn on, turn off… turn on, change through channels, increase in volume, turn off.. turn on… etc. Finally I got so frustrated I yelled out, “OK! I’m awake!! Enough already!!! Please stop, I’m trying to sleep and I have to be up early!” The t.v. shut off, and I didn’t have many problems with it again after that.
Slowly things started calming down around the house and we even joked that our ghost must have moved out. Only about 3 other things happened after the small stuff that was pretty memorable. We had a recorder on our phone, and every time you’d pick up the phone it would start recording as soon as the dial tone was heard. Well this will tell you how dated this story is…. haha, I had just gotten home from my 3rd shift job and picked up the phone to check the messages on my PAGER…yes, I said it.. pager.
Well on the tape you could hear all of this, but also a voice came across very distinctly that said, “I love my baby.” My mom called this to my attention again and asked if me I’d had someone with their baby over that early in the morning. When i looked at her puzzled, she showed me that. I was very unnerved, because I didn’t hear a thing when I had called to listen to my messages.
The next was on a day when my mom called me in a very frightened tone. She asked me where I was and if I was ok. I assured her I was fine and asked her what was going on. She told me that she heard someone speak in her ear as she lay in bed and it said, “Bye, Bye.” She immediately got a bad feeling and called those who were close to her. Oddly enough this is when almost everything had stopped.
The final event is one of the most fantastic events besides seeing “Ray” that I’ve ever had. I had moved out again by this time and was leaving. I could see into the kitchen, and my mom was actually facing me. We were mid sentence when we both stopped talking. The look on her face was priceless. She turned her head as if in a movie, and I felt it too. I looked up and into the kitchen to see a man in a Flannel shirt and blue jeans. There was nothing scary or even crazy about his actions. He simply walked across the kitchen and towards the living room.
My eyes watched & my mom’s head turned to see this adult male walk across the kitchen as if he belonged there. My mouth fell open. “YOU SAW HIM TOO!!!” she shrieked at me… “I”M NOT CRAZY!!” I stammered, “Uh… no you definitely aren’t crazy because I just saw a man walk through the kitchen.” My stepdad was in the living room watching t.v at the time, and heard us. We asked him if he’d seen the man come out of the kitchen and he looked at us like we were nuts!
It was such a neat experience, but it has left me with many questions. So, my search for knowledge continues on :) Thanks for reading.
This is just a short one today… I’ll give your eyes a rest. :)
We were all dolled up for a night of dancing. Our hair was perfect and makeup in tact. It was Wednesday night and we were headed to our favorite bar of choice to dance the night away. The car rolled along with loud music playing songs we hoped to hear in the club. It was blaring out the windows with us singing along.
We were laughing and carrying on when we came up the crest of a hill and saw a jogger running towards us. He was in red shorts and a white t-shirt bouncing towards us. We joked as we came upon him because neither of us had jogged a day in our lives and he must be dedicated to run at night like this. It didn’t strike us that maybe he was running because it was cooler at night.. duh.
We passed him by and waved being silly like young girls do. He didn’t acknowledge us and we both laughed, but looked back behind us to see why he ignored us. As I braked and we glanced back, her looking out the rear window and me in the rearview mirror, he vanished. I stopped the car. We looked at each other, and without a word I turned the car around.. Nothing. We saw him dissolve before our eyes, but we looked for every explanation we could find. There were none.
We drove to the club with the music still blaring but not a word was spoken between us for the rest of the drive.