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Tara and I sat outside under the deck. She was telling me that a young girl was communicating with her. “I can’t understand her. She’s not talking, she mumbles” What Tara told me next was disturbing. According to Tara, the girl’s tongue was cut out, so she couldn’t really talk, and I just asked Tara to ask he what her name is.

“Can you spell it for me?” Tara asked. “It’s an ‘R’ name, like Reena, or Reanna, however you want to pronounce it. Just a minute, maybe it’s Rhiannon. Is it Rhiannon, honey? Yes, it’s Rhiannon. She’s shaking her head ‘yes.’”

“How old is she?” I wanted to know. After a moment Tara held up 8 fingers.

“What about the boy? What’s his name? Can she tell us what his name is?”

Tara looked straight ahead again. “Matthew. She’s spelling Matthew.”

“Matthew?” I wondered. I thought his name was “Daniel.” At least that’s what I caught on the evp I recorded a couple of weeks ago. ”Who’s Matthew?” Is it possible that I heard the name ”Matthew,” on the recording but misunderstood? No, I didn’t think that was the case. Matthew may be a different ghost altogether. Tara may also be making this up.

This is why many ghost hunters won’t work with psychics during an investigation. They say it’s hard or impossible to verify what the evidence psychics provide. So they rely on technology to do something they were never designed to do – detect ghosts. Go figure.

I really didn’t think Tara was making anything up. I wouldn’t have asked her to help us out if I did.

We walked to the yard on the south side of my house. Tara said it felt like a graveyard was there. She also said that she heard weeping in that area. “That’s exactly what Tamela said,” I thought to myself. We walked to the north side of the house.

“The little girl just came out when she saw us walking here,” Tara said. “She likes this part of the yard.” We talked a some more about the girl Tara was telling me that Rhiannon was there, as well as Matthew. “Rhiannon wasn’t a part of this area at first, told me, she found her way here, and now she’s protecting the boy from the dark man. He came down into the basement once and scared them. Now every time they hear him they hide.

She’s telling me she’s become attached to one of you. She’s attached to Cheryl. She really likes her.” And all this time I thought it was an male who was attached to Cheryl. Could they both be attached to her? It was possible. After all, Cheryl has this great energy that kids are attracted to.

“Do you want to go back inside? We can go back up the deck stairs,” I suggested.

“Okay, but let’s go back in through th basement. I want to see if Matthew drew any thing else on the mirror,” Tara said as she got up to go back in. It sounded like a good idea to me!

We walked into the basement and looked at the miiror. Sure enough, there was an addition to the drawing. This time it was to the figure to the left. We were so excited we went to the stairs and called Cheryl and Dave to come down to take a look at the images. They came down with Lexi in tow.

As we were showing them the shoe print, I noticed that there was yet another line. This line looked like an ”eye,” which would have made the new image in the dust made since Tara and I were outside a face. I pointed it out, and Cheryl immediately saw it -  the image looked like a woman sitting in a rocking chair, with her hands folded in front of her. With the latest line we could see what looked like a bandana tied on her head with the knot in front, and an exaggerated open mouth and nose.

“None of that was there a week ago,” Cheryl said. “I look at that mirror every time I come through here with Prince.”

After looking at the mirror, we went upstairs and had the lunch Cheryl prepared. When we finished eating I asked Tara to fill Cheryl and Dave in on what she told me. Then Cheryl and I told them our own experiences.

Dave and I did a walk through but he really didn’t add anything to what I had already heard from Debbie, Tamela, and Tara. He does have a remarkable ability to detect temperature changes though. Overall, we had a great time with them, and Cheryl got some “kiddo time” in playing with Lexi. We were sorry to see them go, and Cheryl kept saying how much she enjoyed their company.

A couple of hours later Tara called to tell us that she and Lexi were playing when Lexi said she didn’t like the “dark man” in our home. “What dark man?” Tara asked her.

“The one near their bedroom.”

“What’s his name? Did he tell you his name?”

“His name is Micah,” Lexi said.

“I thought you guys ought to know,” Tara told me.

I thanked her for her call, and wrote down the name Lexi gave. “Seems as though the talent runs in the family,” I told Cheryl as I explained why Tara called.