Our home is haunted!
I spent 20+ years investigating reports of hauntings, apparitions and poltergeist activity. Now, that I’m “retired” and no longer have any interest in such things, I myself am living in a haunted house. This blog is an account of the true events my girlfriend and I are experiencing pretty much as they occur.
Before I go any further, let me tell you a little about myself. When I was seven years old my Aunt Sue used to tell me ghost stories and folk tales from her country, Japan. This led to an intense curiosity on my part in the occult and the supernatural. It also prepared me for the life I would experience as I grew older.
I saw a ghost for the first time when I was eight. My parents saw him too, though to this day, they either have forgotten the incident, or just refuse to talk about it. Shortly after that, my mother and I heard her father calling out her name in the middle of the night. We were living in California at the time. My grandfather was near death back on Guam.
Being from Guam, my parents didn’t talk about these sort of things. The reason is that when Guamanians bury someone, that’s it, we pretty much put it behind us and get on with life. Guam is mostly Roman Catholic, so we believe in the existence of spirits, we respect them, but we sure as hell don’t talk about them!
That’s what sets me apart, I guess. I not only talked about them, I looked for them. For over 25 years I investigated reports of paranormal activity. Again, I blame my aunt for that. LOL
Somewhere along the line, I found out that if there was an conscious spirit I could tell you it’s name, age, sex, etc. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was clairvoyant. Ghost weren’t the only thing not talked about on Guam, psychic abilities and phenomena weren’t either. So the last thing I thought I might be is psychic. To be honest with you, I was skeptical of anyone claiming to be psychic.
Still, I believed then, and now that you can’t investigate a haunting without a psychic. Hauntings are a human experience. As far as I’m concerned, investigating a haunting with magnetometers, and other gadgets, hoping for something is silly. So I used psychics, but they had to prove their ability to me.
Then as “ghost hunting” became more popular and mainstream, I got out, because I didn’t like what I was seeing. I’m no longer actively doing investigations on a regular basis, but I do occasionally help a group conduct theirs. Now, I’m the psychic used on investigations.
Shortly after I started dating my girlfriend, Cheryl, I was sitting in her home because her dog, Prince, had an appointment with his veterinarian. Since she had to work, I told her I would take him that afternoon. When I picked her up from work I said to her, “Why didn’t you tell me your house was haunted?”
Now, we live together in the same home, and I’m experiencing much of the same activity she did when she lived here by herself. One of the first things I always recommend to anyone who thought that they were experiencing paranormal activity was to keep a journal of what happened. Again, that’s what this blog is – my journal of the activity that’s happening in our home.
I feel like the cancer surgeon who’s been diagnosed as having cancer. It’s one thing to go into someone’s home and do an investigation. It’s another thing altogether to be living in a home worth investigating. I’ve sold almost all of the equipment I used previously to a group I helped start, but no longer have an association with.
What I’ve been doing so far is writing about the previous days events. If the phenomena is repetitive, I’ll take that opportunity to write about phenomena that happened before I started this blog.
Activity in our home happens in the middle of the night, and early in the morning. It also happens during the light of day. It happens when the lights are on, and when the lights are off. So far we’ve experienced something virtually every day or night. I’m blogging the events the day after they happen at this point.
I hope you find this blog interesting, informative, and “educational.” If you’re living in a home you believe is haunted, or was, I hope this account helps you to understand you’re not alone. I’d also love to hear from you as far as your thoughts, suggestions and your own personal experiences.
There is something out there!
Anthony
i had my first experience with ghosts as a baby. my folks and relatives used to ask me if i saw so and so anymore or if they’d been around lately. at some point my folks felt it better for the family if no one knew about these incidents. i was hit to make me not pay any attention to them. in time they were still there but i felt everyone saw them too. no one in our family would discuss it either though they were irish and german by ancestry. as i grew old i had visions and when they happened to people i could reach i did my best to do so to share with them what i had gotten. my best friend in high school was scared to death of me after i told her where in particular on the road to get her mom from work to hold tight to the wheel and keep it straight. i told her i saw a half grown cow leap in front of her mom’s beetle and hit the front hood before disappearing like a flash down the steep side of the hill there. the next day she said it came to her what i’d said. she gripped the wheel and to her horror a half grown cow leap out in front of her and the rest you know already. she chewed me out the next day saying i’d somehow done this to her and she considered me to be evil because of this. i made her stop and told her not everything i’d seen in the vision came true. she wanted to know what else happened in it that didn’t happen because she paid attention. the car swung wildly to her right and went right down the steep hillside on that side. the car being small it went underneath some metal junk that’d been thrown over the hillside and underneath a huge tangle of briars that concealed it from view. i told her i feared not telling her because of what might happen. i scolded her for chewing me out for something i knew could make her vow to never talk to me again. i told her i felt everyone had visions and if they didn’t they accepted them none the less since they were a gift of the spirit in christianity. she ran that past her preist and said he said i was evil for having the vision not to mention telling her about it. she said he wanted to talk to me. i ran past on my way home from school and the preist was there waiting. he tore me a new one and turned his back on me to show his disdain for me. i and my brother laughed our heads off at this. i went after him to try and see what that was all about but he refused to allow me to do so. furthermore i couldn’t go to the boy scout meetings with my brothers to that church, their sponsor, until i repented of my sins! we weren’t catholic! dad had a deep hatred for catholics from the days of his ancestors in ireland, the potatoe famine. dad asked if i would do this and i said i hadn’t done anything wrong but i felt the preist was wrong and owed me an apology. he asked if i was sure but i didn’t realize that dad was going to hit the man either. he did and dad brought him to me to make him apoligise. he refused for some time until dad gave him some more and then he decided it wasn’t worth it and apologised to me. i told him the tone of voice he was using with me wasn’t one of being sorry so i didn’t accept it. dad said to walk out and i heard him hitting the guy again. i told dad to stop since i felt the man had paid a great price for unfairly using the bible and his faith to hit me over the head. i told dad that the bible clearly states that visions are a gift of the spirit and were to be cherished by anyone who got them as a gift from God. the thing was though, and i didn’t know it at the time, that i was an indian by blood being raised by a couple of self-professed jews. dad said he was a white jew and said mom was a ni***r. mom protested and said her dark hair was the cause of that but dad said her blood wasn’t pure like his was. at any rate the catholics soon learned all about this misadventure at school and i was yet again tagged for being a weirdo. they’d always known i was adopted and indian but i didn’t until about 8 years ago. the county refuses to allow me to reconnect with my biological parents though they didn’t give me up for adoption. i was one of the scoop generation of indian kids that got taken from their people to serve white families. i was trained to serve them the rest of their lives but somehow it didn’t take. i’ve read about your psychic friends and have to ask if you could ask them if they’d consider helping me out. i’m 50 years old now and my doctors want me to gather necessary medical information on a serious inherited disorder. dna jumped the tracks so this information could help all those who have it. it only affects indians too. so, it’s not likely to be researched but my son’s doctor finally procured monies to do so this year. i can add our information then, when i get it and be included in this study. this means that the quality of life of all those people including ourselves, could become so much better to the point where we could be productive citizens earning a wage. we were all born with it and it’s thought to have been caused by mining operations my ancestors were forced into to during the time when they were used as slaves by the settlers. when they did get paid for mining it still wasn’t a choice but a necessity to stay alive and they got paid very little. the congonese slaves brought in from africa were not so lucky. i really really need the help of a psychic with a heart to helping me. my husband and i are both disabled but his work keeps our bills paid and gets us from month to month. since i lived with ghosts for 6 years and am myself termed “psychic” by others i felt i could be of help to those with ghosts in their homes. a local group with a cop in it is interested in having me help them. my husband who used to be a closet ghost experiencer is so onboard after hearing a ghost horse and rider run past our tent at my uncle’s ghost infested house. i’ve experienced about 18 ghosts, spirits or what ever they might be called in his home over the span of 50 years. not wanting to write a book to heap abuse on me for something i’ve already been bashed by from family i just talk to individuals about it when they ask if i believe in them. i just say yes, they look shocked, and whisper to me if i’d be willing to talk about it. when i say yes, again, they act like they have to talk low and hide their faces from anyone who might see or hear them doing this. it’s truely debilitating to have these bizarre things happen and have no one to have a decent conversation with about it. i went to the clergy in every faith in our city that i could talk to about it. the catholics told me outside of joining their church and getting a blessing on the house i could have all the holy water i could carry home. they told me just to tell them to get out while throwing it all over the house. my kids thought the priests were nuts!! LOL
thanks,
patty1019