Our Ghostly Guests Weblog

Last night Cheryl and I had the television on so we could see Obama give his acceptance speech. Actually, I pretty much listened to it since I was in the Teton room burning cds. After the speech Cheryl left the television on but turned off the sound and put the stereo on so she could listen to music while she busied herself cleaning house (we’re having company over for dinner tomorrow and she wanted to get a head start on the cleaning).

After I was done burning the cds I walked out into the family room to join Cheryl on the sofa. The television was still on but not the radio. “Did you turn the radio off?” she asked me.

“No.”

“You didn’t turn the radio off?”

“No, after a while when I didn’t hear the music anymore, I thought you turned it off,” I told her. 

She grinned and said, “Must have been one of our ghosts then.”

“I guess they didn’t like the radio station you had it on,” I laughed.

After about 30 minutes we decided to call it a night. We were going to bed when we both noticed Prince wasn’t following us the way he normally does. I saw him coming down the hallway after we called for him several times, and I thought, “he must need to go outside to relieve himself.”

“Do you need to go potty Prince? Come on, I’ll let you out.” With that I walked down the hall towards the stairs leading to the basement. At the top of the stairs I knew why it took Prince so long to follow us. Someone was down in the basement. 

I started to go down the stairs and in the middle of the stairway ran into a boy, blonde, about 10 years old. How do I know this? Well, as I mentioned before, I actively investigated reports of ghosts, apparitions, and poltergeist activity for 20 years; actually, more, much more. After a while I figured out that if there was an intelligent spirit behind the activity, I knew it. I knew the sex, age, general description of the entity, and sometimes even a name, which I would give and it would later be verified.   

I didn’t think of myself as psychic, I just thought I developed it from doing it so long, and that anyone could do the same. Later in my career I started talking to them. That’s what led me to doing what I do now for a living. I’m a psychic medium. 

Back to last night. Prince stood at the top of the stairs, staring at me from around the corner. I kept calling him to come down, but he refused. I couldn’t blame him, I wasn’t comfortable standing at the bottom of the stairs. I even had goose bumps up an down my arms! 

I decided to try to let him out the sliding glass door in the kitchen area, but he wouldn’t leave the stairway. He just kept looking at me, and back at the stairs. So I let it go. 

I closed the door and went into the bathroom by the living room, the one next to the stairs to the basement. While I was in the bathroom, Cheryl told me when I came to bed, that the bed was moving back and forth, as though someone were pushing on it. She admitted that it did freak her out a bit. 

I told her about the boy, whom I had already nicknamed, “Dennis the Menace.” “Great name for him,” she said, “especially if it was him shaking the bed!” 

As we were talking Cheryl stopped and cocked her head, something she usually does when she sees or hears something; like footsteps in the hallway. She was hearing footsteps alright, this time walking at the foot of our bed! We both listened to the soft padding of someone’s “light” footsteps walking back and forth around her side of the bed, the side she felt the pushing come from. 

“Okay, Dennis, that’s enough,” I said. “We need to get some sleep.”

The footsteps stopped. Strangely, Prince didn’t growl the way he usually does.