Our Ghostly Guests Weblog

Cheryl and I might have crossed over the little culprit who’s been responsible for some of the activity lately!

Cheryl has been really tired lately, and tonight she fell asleep really early on the floor in the family room while I watched television. At 10:30 I woke her up (actually I had turned the television off and fell asleep myself) and we got ready for bed. While we were laying in bed she asked me if I closed the door to the Teton room (my office) so Henry, her brother’s family cat who’s visiting us doesn’t get in here while we’re sleeping.

I got up to check (I hadn’t closed the door so I closed it) and went back to bed. When I got back in bed Cheryl asked me if I heard the “beeping sound.” She said she heard 5 distinct beeps like I was pressing the buttons on the microwave.. I hadn’t heard it and told her so. While we were talking about what she heard, she grabbed one my hands, and then the other. “Wow, I just felt a cold touch on my neck. There it is again.”

I asked her what it felt like and she said it felt like she was being touched by three cold fingers. She said the cold felt like the cold of an ice pack on her neck. We started talking about that when she asked me if I was smelling what she was smelling. My nose was (is) stuffed up, and I really couldn’t smell it, but occasionally while I was talking to her I could almost taste what she was talking about. She kept describing it as a “clean, fresh, flowery smell.” She kept smelling it off and on, asking me if I smelled it.

I decided now was the time to try to figure out what was going on, so I went out to the bar in the kitchen and got my digital recorder. When I got back to bed I told Cheryl to tell me the next time she smelled the fragrance she was talking about. “I smell it,” she said, so I started recording, noting the date and time, and that Cheryl and I were in bed.

I then started asking questions like, “Who are you?” “What’s your name?” “What do you want?”

I then explained that I was holding a device that would allow us to hear whomever was there apparently wanting to communicate with us. When we played back the recording, we both heard something like, “What are you …?” We couldn’t make out the last part.

When it came to the part where I was explaining we would be able to hear what they wanted to say was almost drowned out by a very breathy voice. “My mother … from cholera.” We couldn’t hear part of it, but it made sense the word we couldn’t hear was “died.” Then we heard, very clearly, “I want my mommy.” The voice was so breathy, we couldn’t make out an age, but it did sound male.

“That’s where I lost my …” the next part could have been mommy, but in all honesty, it could have been “laundry” as well. We decided to go with “mommy.” I turned the recorder off.

“I think your mommy’s here to get you now.” I suddenly felt the energy of a presence to my left. The energy was strong.

“I smell that scent again, really strong!” Cheryl said.

“Your mommy’s here to get you,” I continued. “You should be able to see her now.” Suddenly I felt the energy rush to my right, towards Cheryl. She told me later that the hairs on her arm stood up. “I think he found his mommy,” I said to Cheryl. “Tell me if you smell that scent again.”

We waited for several minutes, and when Cheryl didn’t smell it, it confirmed to us that whoever it was had crossed over. “I’m going to blog this,” I told her, and got out of bed. While I’ve been writing this I’ve been hearing sounds coming from the family room, but they are probably Henry as he prowls the house.

Well, I’m off to bed! Good night!