How many times does one have to explain this phenomena we call the other side? And is the other side way up and around the Universe or is it simply right here, superimposed on our existing world? These and many more questions followed me the evening I decided to answer the call for help and information.
For several years now, I have been living near many haunted areas; nothing really odd about that as we are all surrounded by areas suspected of being haunted, with ghostly apparitions' we can't always explain coming from a rich history of life before us.
I had developed a close relationship with a next-door neighbor and began to have similar synergy and connections. We shared the same birthdays and as true Arian personalities had no problem discussing matters at hand.
Off and on for the past couple of years, this neighbor who I will call Mrs. T, has complained of disturbances within their home: a home, which is shared with one of her two children and their family. It is well kept, beautifully decorated and very warm and loving.
When you enter the home, everywhere you look, angels are present and I'd guess that there are hundreds if you take the time to count them.
The aroma of scented candles whiffed through the air like freshly brewed coffee. Night had fallen and plans were made to meet. Having learned a thing or two from my upbringing I was thankful that I had made a connection with an up-and-coming medium that first met Mrs. T through a psychic reading for her niece. Mrs. T introduced the medium, whose name was Ray, to me. In any event, since that took place, we have formed a partnership in writing and exchanging impressions, stories and so forth. Often times, we'd end up reading each other because something came through from the other.
A chill was in the air that evening, which I found rather odd for it being a summer evening. I actually thought it was neat and it certainly produced an eerie effect on my soul, as I entered the domain. After arriving I did a slow walk through the living room and kitchen area, as Mrs. T and I went over the facts, as she knew them. The facts were as follows: in the downstairs part of the house, which is closed off and has a separate entrance for her children, began some odd occurrences. Her children would complain of toys were turning themselves off and on all by themselves. They just had a newborn and many toys were not used and turned off. The batteries of the toys were examined and proved to be charged and were fine and there was nothing out of the ordinary that would have caused them to react that way. It would happen early in the wee hours of the morning when the house was quiet. Certainly not pleased with the strange occurrences, the family seemed to try and dismiss them away. But, Mrs. T knew better than to ignore the events. She felt that something else was the cause of the late night interruptions. I explained that perhaps it was a family member welcoming the new baby as they had lost many people in their lives. In fact, including extended family and friends one or two joined the departed annually. Sometimes, the dead contact us in ways in strange ways depending on their energy levels. It is usually a unique situation, but one that can mirror other cases from anywhere else in the world.
The second occurrence happened to Mrs. T when she was asleep one evening. In the middle of the night, the feeling of strong hands grasping her neck awakened her. She began to panic and was not able to catch her breath. A feeling of evil came over her and she woke up her husband. He felt that it must have been a nightmare, but to her it was very real and unexplainable. The next morning she was shaken and after much time has passed, still remembers it as if it had just happened. Her face clearly showed visible signs of fear and confusion. She and the family are very faith oriented giving of themselves and never hurting anyone regardless of them being hurt. How could this be happening to this family?
My belief is that maybe if it is something not pure and meant to cause harm. If there is a reason for this behavior it may not be known to the person. That's where I came in and one night wouldn't be adequate to answer all the questions. The initial investigation involved the known facts, impressions, and information thus leading to a second meeting: a meeting with the medium in tow.
Aside from the feeling of being watched that Mrs. T would have occasionally - mainly in her kitchen area. The day before I showed up she had two more stories to add to the pot.
One evening, Mrs. T and her first granddaughter, the baby at the time the toys started reacting on their own, were sitting at the dinning room table. Suddenly her granddaughter age four at the time froze in her chair as she became fixated with something in the living room. The open space from the dinning room allows one to see everything. There, in the corner by a chair, were two ghosts peering right back at her. "Momma, momma" she said as she quickly tapped on Mrs. T to look. She pointed to the area she saw the two ghosts. Mrs. T not happy about what was happening tried to calm her granddaughter and explain that everything was OK and to come sit by her. Seconds later, the granddaughter complained of buzzing noises right around her ears and face. What she said next frightened Mrs. T enough to cause her to get up and take the child back downstairs to her family. Days later, Mrs. T had a conversation with her granddaughter where the child told her more about what she saw. The child said it was two boys and they were flying around her playing. But it scared her because she was very young and did not understand what was happening. This prompted her to call me to come over and try and discover what was happening.
Then, her son experienced other occurrences. He was not a disbeliever but was not prone to imagine paranormal and hauntings. He was upstairs in the open living room when something caught his eye. As he was drawn to look down the long, thin-mirrored corridor, a black shaped shadow floated and disappeared into a bedroom. That was enough for him and the rest of the family.
Mrs. T had also been complaining about her electrical devices in the house. Her phones never seemed to work, and her computer would work some days but not on others. She switched telephone carriers three times with costly changeovers. But her phones still didn't work! A representative of one of the carriers I use was actually passing her house one day and saw one of the cable men in her doorway. He agreed to test her system and after checking out her system was baffled as to what could be the cause.
Ray, my medium shows up and we are about to begin. Standing in the middle of her living room, immediately Ray and I do a walk about to try and feel for energy and temperature changes. We are moved to go to the entranceway where a cold spot is felt.
The air conditioning was not on because as I had mentioned earlier, it was a pretty cool night and even the windows were closed. Candles were lit all about and not flickering much. Of course, angels greeted us in the entrance as they lined up against a shelf on the wall adjacent to us. Ray asked for me to put my hand up in a certain spot and when I did, I become a bit dizzy. Must have been the wine the night before, I joked. But, it really did feel as if I was being pulled into this concentrated area and couldn't move. But, of course I could. We both felt it could be a portal that allows many different spirits to move about in. However, could a haunting coexist along an active portal? Could it be possible that one had nothing to do with the other?
I moved us back upstairs and continued the walk about checking one room after the other until we came upon Mrs. T's office. It was very, very cold and emitted a feeling of being uninviting. Ray asked us to place angels in the room, as we would revisit them later. Of course, Mrs. T had a doll up high on a shelf with an antique look and those doll eyes. It was a gift to her from her mother but Ray and I thought we had seen too many horror films and asked to move it please. Then, I went into the bedroom and knew which side was Mrs. T's as I stood there trying to feel something. Nothing horrible struck me until I reentered the room with her son's wife later on. She and I were in the room when a yellowish light flew past my head and vanished. Ok, that never happened to me before and I can't explain it. I can surmise that it could have been part of the paranormal activity surrounding the family but without any proof, would be hard to show.
The wife began to become intrigued with Ray and I and really wanted to know what was going on. Her poor daughter being frightened of ghosts at such a young age was not sitting well with her, and nor would it with me. That is why we began to challenge those in the house but not before we all had a round of some fine red wine!
Regrouped, using a tape recorder and my digital camera, we summoned the entities in question. As soon as I did, one of the lamps in the living room began to flicker off and on. Ray asked Mrs. T if that ever happened before and she shook her head no. So, I tried some humor and then Ray channeled what seemed to be a woman claiming she was a witch from a long time ago. Ray had picked up on the fire in the house and that a family of four with two boys perished. But, there was no fire ever in the house other then one that Mrs. T's family had and it was downstairs. But that still wasn't the correct answer other than the ghosts being boys from the child's testimony. It was then determined that this took place on the spot of where the house now stands as we are living on grounds that were once uninhabited. Grounds that a war also took place on and many wounded and dying passed through. History my friends play is a big role in many hauntings and why I believe one must re-visit sites a few times to really get as much information as possible.
We had a conversation with this woman who was harping on about the food, beets. Ray and I looked at one another confused when suddenly Mrs. T belted out, " I made beets the other day…that we grew! Oh they were so delicious!" Laughing Ray said, "Well, she wants more as they remind her of her home." Mrs. T frantically ran to the fridge but the beets were all gone. We asked the woman if we could arrange to have more beets cooked would she leave? The woman was very confused and didn't understand what leaving meant. In fact, when I asked if she knew where she was, she insisted they were alive and well within their rights to be there. Ray later concluded that they were attracted to the warmth and love of Mrs. T's family and couldn't separate themselves to go towards the place they needed to be for peace. Ray came out with the woman's' name and that we were trying to guide her way back. I angered her a bit as I tried to make light of the situation, if you will, but this did not please her. So, I backed off and tried another approach.
I simply told her and her family to move on to those who are waiting for them. That if she can just turn away and look, they may be there waiting.
Through Ray, she said, she hadn't seen the sun in such a long time and we knew, she was going.
I felt rather sad actually because I couldn't imagine what they were experiencing even though it was not physical, it still was an emotional reaction to the past. We really don't know how a ghost feels because we assume they don't feel anything and we wonder why they cause temperatures to fall when they are in our presence or touch us.
I tend to wonder if it is just the opposite. Who are we to say that when you're stuck between the life you once had, and the one you are to go to, whether or not you feel?
That evening this question and some others would be left for another visit. I still needed to tackle what or who wanted to wake up Mrs. T so violently. On my digital camera I did get the usual orbs and streaking light, but nothing that moved me in the direction of anything negative. As for the tape recorder, Ray needs to update that fossil of a thing and so next time, we will be better prepared.
But I will say this about investigating ghosts or entities. You must make use of your five senses, plus the extra one...the one that will never fail you and is an incredible method to seek out the dead. Until my next revisit, I wish you all a safe and Happy Halloween.
Always be well-Alexandra Holzer
