Jacob Downing sat at his desk by the glow of his computer reviewing the footage of his last paranormal investigation. He hoped that after the umpteenth time of watching it, he just might see a faint apparition, a cup move of its own accord, hear a bang from nowhere or something that could possibly be evidence of the paranormal!

Jacob’s thoughts were clear: Let’s face it; there has never been any evidence!

He held his head in his hands and rubbed his face from tiredness and exacerbation; running his hands over late night stubble reminding him he had been at this pointless task all night. Jacob had sent his two assistants home – glancing at his watch – five or six hours ago; he couldn’t remember. The task of reviewing the videotaped footage was beginning to become tedious, and all cases started to merge into one big waste of time. He was just too hopeful to find something ghostly to acknowledge it.

Hitting stop on the media player, Jacob watched the time slider move back to the start of the footage. He pressed play.

‘Here we go again!’ he mumbled to himself.

Running his fingers through his short brown hair, leaning his head into his palm, he stared beyond the computer monitor knowing there was nothing to find. He lit another cigarette, inhaling a longer than usual, allowing a sigh to follow his exhale. Coffee would taste good about now, too.

Jacob watched the smoke from his cigarette drift slowly upwards, and flicked the ash into the ashtray. He didn’t really want it now. It tasted of defeat.

He stubbed it out half-way down.

He looked at his watch. The hands read 11.32p.m.

There were still two of the five digital recorders to go through – a couple of nights worth of white noise to listen to.

He could not wait for that!

The thermograph had captured nothing. Only the everyday lives of the family that reported the “haunting”. There was a bit of excitement when Day Two was played back, but it turned out to be the twelve year old son getting a glass of water in the middle of the night.

Yawn.

Sleep was catching up as much as Jacob fought it.

A few more minutes passed on the video, and Jacob decided it was enough for tonight. He closed the media player and shut down the computer. He unplugged the Digital Video Recorder from the USB port, switching that off too.

Turning the lights back on in his office, Jacob grabbed his coat, pack of Lambert & Butler cigarettes, and his car keys. He opened the office door, flicking the light switch off. As the door closed he remembered his lighter. On with the lights again, he saw it lying on the desk near the keyboard. Jacob shoved the lighter and his cigarettes in his left trouser pocket, flung his black coat on, and turned the lights back off.

Wearily, he exited his office. He fumbled with the key in the lock, making him threaten it if it did not go in. It just fuelled his irritability.

Finally the door was locked.

He walked across the main room where his assistants worked in darkness, almost bumping into the television. The main table where they discussed their work was still slightly visible given its size. He opened the main door and headed for the university foyer down three flights of stairs.

Outside the building it was fairly quiet. No surprise really for the time of night. It was just like the tapes – video and audio – nothing.

Jacob approached his car – a black Ford Fiesta – pressed the button on his remote. The locks click open, and he climbed in. Before he even got his car keys ready to start the car, Jacob took out his cigarettes, lit one, actually enjoying it this time.

Ah, sweet nicotine!

He clamped the cigarette between his lips and turned the key in the ignition. The car came to life. Home was only a few short miles, a small flat in a block called Riverside, aptly named being next to a river – if you could call it that.

Entering his flat – all he could afford after that bitch took him for everything in the divorce – Jacob headed straight for the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Chapter 2

The alarm screeched in Jacob’s ears. He reached over and pressed the button to cease the infernal machine’s noise. The digital display, as always, read 07.00. Boy, he felt rough. He didn’t remember drinking alcohol last night, but his tiredness made him feel like he may as well have.

He went into the cupboard that want supposedly a bathroom, peed and flushed, showered quickly.

While drying off, Jacob hoped that he might get a phone call today with some real potential; a haunting worth investigating. Not another episode of Most Haunted where someone gets touched and it must be a ghost! A genuine, honest to God, ghost. Just one would be fine, thanks.

He brushed his teeth.

Finding a fresh shirt and trousers from the wardrobe, Jacob got dressed. He had considered just putting on yesterday’s clothes, but that would have been a bad idea after wearing them for fifteen hours.

Arriving at his offices in the university, the two assistants were already there going through some notes while they waited for him.

‘Mornin’ Boss-man!’ Steve said jovially. Far too happy for the early morning Jacob was experiencing. Steve sat at the large table wearing his usual black jeans and whatever metal band printed on his faded t-shirt.

Jessica turned and smiled her greeting, quickly turning back to her work, making her blonde pony- tail sway. Her attire was more comforting: a purple blouse that hugged her curves, and tight blue jeans that really showed how long her legs were. Quite why she was here was a mystery to Jacob. He saw her doing fashion or at least art. Not hanging around with a forty-two year old ghost hunter and a twenty-something who could not stop eye-balling her. Although Jacob had had his fair share of glances when she leaned over a desk or, the pattern of her bra showed through her blouse.

‘Shall we get finished on the Hutton’s case, Boss?’

Shut up, Steve!!! ‘We can, but I don’t think there’s anything there. I think that’s another dead end. Pardon the pun.’

Steve laughed trying to assure everyone he got the joke.

Who was he fooling?

Jacob laughed at him in his mind; smiled in reality to agree it was as funny as Steve thought.

Jessica was writing up her notes still, oblivious to the conversation. She was a hard worker and natural photographer. She’d learnt the video and camera equipment well. If Steve wasn’t such a dork, he would still be doing it, but his angles were crap, and batteries wouldn’t be charged, and DVR not backed up so the device could be used for the next case, and so on. Jacob gladly let him handle the digital audio recorders.

Jacob thought he would probably have different people working with him – maybe Jessica would still be here – but when he put the notice up for paranormal studies these were the only two that showed up. Unless he counted the girl who did one night of investigated and freaked out because she was petrified about seeing something “unnatural”. Students could come and help his research when they had free time or whenever they wanted, but no one was interested except Christina Aguilera and one third of the Three Stooges; possibly Larry – Curly on worse days.

‘Jessica?’ She looked around to face Jacob. ‘When you’re finished, could you make sure everything is backed up to the USB dongles, and to tape?’

‘Yeah, I sure will, Doctor Downing.’

‘Jacob is fine, please.’

‘OK.’

 ‘What shall I do?’ Steve piped.

Jacob frowned. ‘Help Jessica. Use your initiative.’

Jessica raised the corner of her mouth for a brief moment while she wrote her case notes.

Steve seemed disappointed, but Jacob was not about to let him at footage unsupervised.

Jacob unlocked his office and slumped into his chair.

A few moments later, Jessica knocked gently on the door. ‘Can I just get a laptop and the footage from the Hutton’s case?’

‘Yeah, help yourself. The DVR’s are here; the thermograph and recorders are in the cabinet.’

‘Forgot to lock it last night, again?’ she asked, looking at the padlock dangling freely from its hoop.

‘Must have. It was late when I left.’

Twitching her nose, Jacob realised she could smell the smoke in the air. Jacob knew one day he’d set the smoke alarms off, but wasn’t bothered too much. He ignored the thought while he watched Jessica retrieve the equipment, pretending to look over some files. It was only once in a blue moon he did it.

At one o’clock Jacob leaned back in his chair, his comfy leather chair, interlocking his fingers behind his head.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ he whispered.

How much longer was he to wait for a true case to come his way? If there was nothing found soon the grant would be revoked. Hard as he tried there was just nothing to be found. He saw television programme after television programme finding some sort of evidence – even if it was a whisper on tape. Electronic Voice Phenomenon was everywhere, but the one’s Jacob and his team had heard could be considered background noise. The word futile sprang to mind.

Jacob was snapped out of his daydream by the telephone ringing. He tried hard not to get too excited at the claims someone was about to tell him. After all, it was going to be another set-up; another dead end.

He picked up the receiver.

‘Good afternoon, Doctor Downing speaking.’ He attempting friendly, but it still sounded like sarcasm.

‘He – Hello? Are you the paranormal investigator?’ asked a nervous woman.

‘Yes.’

‘A friend of mine said you could help me. I really hope you can, we’re at my wits end here.’

‘What appears to be the problem, Missis . . ?’

Jacob sounded bored already, knowing what was about to be said.

‘Parker. Patricia Parker. I can’t be certain, but I’m sure my family is being haunted by a poltergeist.’

‘OK, can you give me some details about the events that have transpired?’

‘I’m sorry?’

Jacob sighed.

‘Can you tell me what’s been happening?’

‘Oh . . . oh, things have been difficult in our family for a while now and  . . . ‘

‘I meant with regards to the poltergeist, Missis Parker,’ he interrupted.

‘But it’s all connected. We found another expert before you. He told us he could not help as it would endanger his life.’

‘Who was this other “expert”?’

Jacob expected to hear the name, Peter Waters or even the Most Haunted crew – neither being “experts” in the field in his opinion – they both play along with the homeowners fears, then claim to clear the property of any spirit activity with use of a medium. Peter was the worst, someone Jacob had run into several times, and almost resulted in throwing a punch or two at him. He was the only one Jacob knew of to send a bill to the people he had so-called “helped”.

‘He was a very odd man, said he was from some spiritual group. I can’t remember the name of it.’

‘Did he not leave a card or some means to contact him?’

‘No.’

‘How did you get in touch with him in the first place?’

‘We didn’t. He came to us.’

Jacob began to lose interest now; yet another crack-pot on the line.

‘How did he know you had a poltergeist?’

‘He said that he had “sensed the presence” or something. He had come to warn us to move house.’

‘Move house? Why didn’t he help you?’ Jacob asked curiously.

‘He told me he couldn’t. If he tried to send the poltergeist away, it would endanger his home by draining his energy or something or other.’

‘Right,’ he said thinking it was a psychic trying to get paid more likely. Jacob attempted to hold back the smile on his face, but it was too late.

There was a moment of silence.

‘Can you help us, Doctor?’ Patricia pleaded.

‘My team and I can come and investigate your home; see what is actually causing the disturbance, yes.’

‘If that’s all you can do . . .’ she said sounding disappointed.

‘That is what we do, Missis Parker.’

‘How soon can you come?’

‘We can be there tomorrow, if that suits you?’

‘Yes please,’ she replied with relief in her voice.

‘Say . . . about this time?’

‘Yes, that’ll be ok.’

‘Ok then, see you tomorrow afternoon, Missis Parker.’

‘See you then. Thank you.’

‘Goodbye, Mrs Parker until tomorrow.’

‘Yes, and thank you again.’

Jacob heard the phone hang up on her end, placing the receiver back on his phone.

He went out to Jessica and Steve.

‘Get all the equipment ready for tomorrow, please.’

‘We got another case, Boss?’

‘Yep. Bit of an odd one, so be ready for another disappointment.’

‘I’ll pack up the equipment then and . . .’

‘No, Jessica will do that, Steve. I do not want a repeat of the Child’s case. You can get the audio recorders ready. Jessica, can you make sure we have everything, please?’

‘Trust me, mate, I can do it. I have learned a lot since then,’ Steve stated eagerly.

‘No! And that’s final!’

Steve sulked sneering at Jessica.

Chapter 3

Needless to say, this extraordinary study, carried out by Dutch psychologists, doesn’t mention ghosts or even ESP – ‘hallucinations’ is the only given explanation in the news report, at least as to why 9% of the sample children reported hearing disembodied voices.

According to Agna A. Bartels-Velthuis, of University Medical Center Groningen, in The Netherlands, up to 16% of mentally healthy children and teens may hear disembodied voices from time to time.

In her article in the British Journal of Psychiatry Bartels-Velthuis said that although hearing voices can signal a heightened risk of schizophrenia and other psychotic disorders in later life, the ‘great majority’ of youngsters who have these experiences never become mentally ill.

‘These voices in general have a limited impact in daily life,’ she told the Reuters news agency. ‘In most cases the voices will just disappear.’

She added that parents of children who hear voices should not be overly concerned: ‘I would advise them to reassure their child and to watch him or her closely,’ she said.

The investigation into ‘auditory vocal hallucinations’ involved 3,870 primary school children in Groningen. The children were asked whether they had heard ‘one or more voices that only you and no one else could hear’ in the past year.

Nine percent of the children answered yes. But only 19% of those who said yes added that the voices were sufficiently disruptive to ‘interfere with their thinking’, while 15% found them distressing.

Boys and girls were equally likely to report hearing voices, but girls were more likely to report feeling anxiety due to the voices.

Those of us interested in the paranormal can’t help but find this research interesting. What is the true source of these  hallucinations’? Is it possible that they are coming from a source outside rather than inside the child’s head? It has often been noted that young children are more sensitive to psychic impressions – to put it bluntly, are the youngsters in this study hearing ghosts? Generally speaking, ghost noises (footsteps, bangs, taps etc) are more commonly reported than visual apparitions.

The research also has relevance to the growing interest in the possible paranormal origin of childhood imaginary friends. And then there’s the possibility of ESP being involved. Are these children picking up the inner voices of people nearby? Notably, children living in urban environments were more likely to report hearing several voices at once.

Of course, there is another way of looking at the study’s relevance to paranormal research. If nearly 10% of the population are prone to auditory hallucinations when they are children, how many of them will later be prone to hearing inexplicable noises as adults -especially when they believe themselves to be in a haunted house or are taking part in a ghost hunt?

Bartels-Velthuis and her team are now conducting a five-year follow-up study of the children to see how the voice-hearing plays out and what effect, if any, it has on their behavior.

According to Agna A. Bartels-Velthuis, of University Medical Center Groningen, in The Netherlands, up to 16% of mentally healthy children and teens may hear disembodied voices from time to time.

For many years, paranormal investigators and paranormal researchers have been recording voices. They call it EVP or the electronic voice phenomena. For some reason voices and weird sounds have been captured. The voices recorded cannot be heard when paranormal researchers are recording them until they play the tape back, which is why despite the evidence millions of people don’t believe in ghosts—paranormal researchers could fabricate these voices to make us believe that in fact these voices are coming from the other side. But if you really want to hear a ghost, you should get a portable cassette tape and go around your house. Sometimes is better to find things on your own if you really want to prove something. Don’t forget to use new tapes when you are recording and always make sure that nobody is making noises or talking while you are experimenting with EVP—you want to make sure that what you are getting is paranormal related.

Once you are ready to record, introduce yourself. For example: “I am Amy. I am in my living room. Is anybody here with us? The more EVP sessions you conduct the better. We can build a relationship with ghosts. I know for some it sounds stupid, but you have to believe it or else the mind can’t see it. If you don’t believe in ghosts, I suggest you to stay away from the subject. If you are afraid of ghosts, you shouldn’t be. Ghosts can’t harm humans; only the living can harm us. 

How to see a ghost? Well, as far as seeing one, don’t be surprised if you never see one. Most of us will never see a ghost in our entire lives, but that doesn’t mean spirits/ghosts are not real. Here is a very interesting interview with Fox news about EVP research:

Hotel Del Coronado

The first stop in this haunted hotel tour is Hotel Del Coronado. Located just outside of San Diego, this hotel is known for its ghostly tale of unreturned love. Both employees and guests have been puzzled by strange noises, breezes, strange faces and a ghostly figure of a lady in a black lace dress.

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As legend goes; the spirit that haunts Hotel Del Coronado is that of late Kate Morgan. In 1892 she had checked into this hotel in order to meet her estranged husband. For days she waited, but he never showed up. She was found dead on the beach from a gunshot wound. It’s believed that her lonely spirit remains in the hotel. Morgan’s room, 3502, is the most haunted room throughout the hotel, as paranormal experts found well over 30 abnormalities in one day.

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Carolina Inn

The hauntings within this Inn are not localized to a particular room or floor. Indeed the second floor has more paranormal action, but hauntings are seen or experienced throughout the building. Some guests experienced a man following them and when they turn to face him, he disappears. Other incidences the staff and guests have noticed a larger, heavy set man wearing a black suit, a knit hat, a blue parker style coat, wandering the halls checking for an open door. The ghost moves up and down the halls from room to room, jiggling the door handles trying to get in. Daily, the staff and guests report this strange occurrence. Some guests even opened the door and as they did, they saw him flee. When the staff investigated the issues, they are unable to find anyone in the hotel matching the description.

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An amateur ghost hunter even witnessed a bloody hand crawling under the bed sheets. There have been many paranormal investigations at this hotel, documenting extraordinary things. There seems to be around 20 ghosts that haunt this inn. They have documented many sounds such as words being softly spoken, piano notes, and orb-like objects floating about.

One of the ghosts is believed to be Dr. William Jacocks. He lived at the Inn for over 20 years. Those who stay in his room on the 2nd floor find themselves often locked out. There have been times that the door would not open so the staff had to remove it from the hinges.

Interested in more Paranormal articles? Then check these out:

Haunted Castles in America

10 Scariest Haunted Houses in the United States

Five Most Haunted Places in the World

Most Haunted City to Visit in the United States

Haunted New Orleans

10 Haunted Houses in Minnesota

Haunted Places in Minnesota Part Two

Haunted Places in Illinois

Six Haunted Houses in Virginia

Phantom search tool works Gary Galka.

Inner relationship is what makes electrical engineers seemed obsessed with designing a device that he described as a digital device for the exploration of paranormal or ghost hunter.

“I’ve created more than 30 different products for paranormal research,” he told The Hartford Courant, as published by FOX News.

Unusual in his invention, he and his family appeared in a television channel, Travel Channel in a show titled “Ghost Adventures” that explored paranormal phenomena.

Galka also shows how one of his invention, the sudden noises, “Hi dad, I love you.” “No one has ever made a productlike this,” he said.

Galka finding tools are sold at prices varying from U.S. $ 79 to about U.S. $ 350, are all names beginning with “Mel” is taken from the name of his daughter, Melissa.

Findings sale inProfessional Measurement site, by including a description, “the only professional instrument designed exclusively for paranormal enthusiasts.

“Flagship devices, Mel-8704-SB7-EMF is claimed to detect electromagnetic changes and changes in temperature. He also had a scanner wave AM / FM, which glowed in the dark buttons,including an exclusive instrument, C-SB7 Integrated sprit Box – which supposedly can be used to record the voice of the spirit. Tool that is worth U.S. $ 349.99 sold out, sold out, according to its website.

However, other similar devices are still available. Nyeleneh tools that are also sold through company owned by Galka, DAS Distribution Inc., which employs six people.

DAS distributessound detection device, moisture, temperature, as well lasers for medical and aerospace. Ghost detector is just a small part of the business.

Questionable Performance

From the specifications, the tool isable to detect electromagnetic frequencies. But does that mean he can find a ghost? Joe Nickell, senior research associate of the organization’s Center for Inquiry, a job made more scientific paranormal research, said the EMF device performance is questionable.

“Surprisingly they claim to get results in an old house, which in fact there are many sources of non-ghost, like a broken cable, microwave tower nearby, and so forth. Even electronic equipment such aswalkie-talkies and TV cameras, as well as all the electronic devices they carry – have electromagnetic fields. “© VIVAnews

A modern ouija board plus planchette (Photo credit: Wikipedia)y

LIFE has a system, with the tiniest forms of life; it has a system. Look at the system’s of Ants and Bees….their work is connected, arranged, supervised and mastered by the Leaders.  A good example is the Drone Bee.  He is not even quite built like the other bees and it is his responsibility to reproduce with the Queen Bee who is probably the mother of all the worker bees in a hive.  Or the walking stick who looks exactly like a twig with legs and can escape his birds-of-prey and other prey who will fortunately mistake him for a simple twig.  Or a group of bugs found in Africa that form what appears to be a flower to escape the glare of their prey.  You reach out to this flower and find that it isn’t a flower at all.   Many times I say that pure FACT is stranger than any fiction that can be written.

I’ve written articles on The Paranormal and one entitled No Walls as well.  I’m always thinking of this world and how beautiful and mysterious  it is.  The Power is God or whoever we call our Supreme Leader.  I prefer God, Our Lord, Our Father, The Savior.  Just think that we can be immediately connected with Him when we pray!  In the meantime we have the world and the people, places and things in it.   They make us wonder all of the time if we’re thinking people.  That feeling that you have done what you are doing at present, sometime  before.  Or that feeling that someone is coming to the front door and indeed they do. And by the by a Fireman knocked on my door by accident about 30 minutes ago.  I had felt that something like that would happen.  The feeling that someone has passed from this world and you find that they have.  How can we know this?  I am Clairvoyant but I don’t use it except for myself.  I’m not always that special, many people have the ability to foresee, they just don’t take it seriously.  I’m always predicting things or I’m saying things that I have no knowledge that has happened.  I can spot the decent from the not-so-decent.  Some people say that December born folks such as myself are prone to Clairvoyance because we think so much.  So if this is true, I am truly that!  I think just too, too much.   My thinking can be therapeutic and distressing sometimes but I do think.  I have to have mind control however because life can be too disturbing to explore and know everything negative about it.  Doctors are wonderful people but I wouldn’t want to know what they know.  If I did, I would be diagnosing myself at a rate so alarming, I’d probably just keel over one day from the thoughts!

I worked with a certain young lady once.  One of the male Clinicians always said that she and I were the nicest looking ladies on the floor because we were so well-groomed with our hair, nails and neat clothes.  We seemed to like a lot of color.  This lady was a nurse with loads of property but said that she spent so much money that she was also the brokest and poorest woman in the world, jokingly of course.  She had ventured into Real Estate with her former boyfriend whom she said still held a good relationship with for the sake of the property.  She was a serious minded young woman.  Sometimes we talked.  I can’t say that we were friends because I just didn’t really know her, but I found her honest.  I have no idea how we got on the paranormal one day but there was something we were talking about with regards to Psychics.  I told her that I would never want them to tell me something futuristic that was to happen to me and she said “Those people could be Prophets.  I would want to know……” and I shared my experience with the Ouija Board and my sister.

My sister was born with a veil on her face.  My mother never explained fully what that meant but she was the Seventh child too.  From a child on, she had a gift.  She could predict and she could project her thoughts.  When we were young adults we met some girls at work who brought a Ouija Board to work.  We had never seen or heard of this thing before.  Never.   This was during the age of Aquarius when the moon was in the Seventh House and Jupiter aligned with Mars….then peace will guide our planet…..  Now I used to know what the lyrics to the song Aquarius meant and it meant something back then to know.  This was a period of peace though we were dead in the middle of the Viet Nam War…..you walked down the streets of New York and a Hippy just may have given you a nickel or a flower as two did me and races were attempting to know and understand each other.  So it must have been a mentally peaceful and stimulating time.  We were discovering ourselves.  I wore a Natural hairstyle beautifully proudly and went back to school , bought expensive but eclectic clothes, studied Astrology on Thursdays.  It was a unique time to grow up.

The Ouija Board was to be a game for it was made by Parker Brothers after all.  It was more than a game.  Thoughts and predictions could be set to influence and move the pointer to the boarder of letters that ran across the top of the board to spell out the future.  Now bear in mind, if I had sat that board from 1969 until now, that pointer would not have moved unless I nodded off and pushed it.  I guess that wasn’t the way to showcase my clairvoyance.  My sister?  Tell you what.  One evening we were playing it and it was so eager to respond to her touch that she touched it, took her two hands off , the pointer operated on its own and spelled out something about me that happened to be true.

I look back and wonder why this wasn’t as frightening as it should have been at first.  After some months, people were buying the boards because we had ours from the girls at work.  But I eventually put that thing down an incinerator.  I figured out that this was not God speaking to us and if it was not Him, who could it have been.  And then further I wondered if my dear departed sister should have become a Prophet for she had the gift and the gift shaped her life because she always had the gift to know these things but sometimes the world can call you crazy for it.  My sister was a girl that men just naturally loved.  She had the perfect height, a beautiful slim figure and a head of luxurious hair and dimples played in each cheek.  She was also an honor student all through school but refused to get a formal education.  She was still irresistible to Hirer’s for she often got elite Jobs in Law and Architectural firms.  When she died she had worked for the most prestigious Real Estate firms in our State as a Bookkeeper.  So she was no slacker, had a beautiful sense of humor, nice glamorous jobs and people loved her.

The girl that I worked with listened to me that day at lunch and said “You know, I think I understand how you  feel now about not wanting to explore the unknown, but I just wish I had someone like that close to me…”  It was what she said after that that made a believer out of me even though I had so much to make me believe already.  My co-worker had a play brother.  They were raised together and he had married a woman that he had also divorced and had custody of their daughter when the daughter was 15.  He loved this girl and being afraid of the big city  and his daughter acting out with boys, he decided to move her into one of the Suburbs so that she could get a better education in a Public School.  I could understand because our town’s schools can get pretty outrageous at times.  So he bought a home and it was him and her.  Her grades were improving and he made sure that she had a key to get in  before he arrived home from work an hour later.

The first time it happened he walked straight to her back room, found the windows shut and her doing her homework.  “Who the (bleep) was that”  she looked at her father with innocent eyes and said “Who daddy?” as he shot back “That dude that was just in the dining room running into your room”  You see, it didn’t matter that the windows were closed in her bedroom even though the young man had ran to her room rather than the back to get out the kitchen door.  The father only saw, and that  the guy  could have been hiding under the bed, in the closet, the pantry…..anywhere.  Yet the father  could not find him.

This went on a few times more; this person who scattered whenever the father came home.  This was the early 2000s and Karl Kani, Sean John, Phat Pharm, Enyce, etc. were all making lively colored casual shirts for Urban Youth who were into that style.  I’ll admit myself that I loved that relaxed Urban look from these Designers when it was clean and fresh with the nice jeans and Air Force  Ones.  The young man wore a lively large striped shirt and black jeans, Air Force Ones probably and was nice and well-groomed. The father and his daughter’s relationship was becoming strained to say the least.  There was a guy there even though the father could not prove a thing when he went to search.  The father is seeing this guy and cannot find him in a matter of seconds.  Unbelievable and disturbing as well.  One day, while Dad sat at his desk he decided to call the Real Estate that sold him the home.  He was fortunate enough to get the lady, Ms. O’Quinn that had sold him the home.  He had to ask her some personal questions about the prior owner of the house.  She was gracious enough to have the previous owner call him.  She did, within an hour.  “Hi” the man said  “my name is Mr. Blake and I understand you owned the home before I bought it” the lady was nice and told him “certainly.  But I moved when I lost my husband and then my son.  I felt that if I moved my son wouldn’t continue to try to get home.  He was shot to death just steps away from the house” she said sadly “I want him to be at peace.  I think he’s still earthbound” she finished “Ms. Hudson….what did your son look like” and after some though she said “He was handsome,  kind of toasty brown-skinned, tall, wore his hair cut real fresh.  When he was killed he had on his favorite shirt – it was red, black, yellow, blue stripes on white.  Black jeans, with athletic shoes……” “Mrs. Hudson, that’s the young man who I’ve seen in my home, visiting my daughter” There was silence on the line for a long pall “Mrs. Hudson” Mr. Blake said “Oh, I’m so sorry.  I thought that my daughter was being fast and I was worried.” “No, she wasn’t.  That was Lester.  Named him after his father.  I’m so sorry.  I’m going to pray for his repose.  He didn’t want to die.  He was a nice guy, mistaken for someone else.  The only shooting in that community ever.  And he sat at the dining room table all the time to do his homework….”   Mr. Blake was speechless.  He didn’t believe in ghosts but on the real other hand, how in the world did this woman know the looks and attire of the guy he’d seen in his home without telling the truth?  He thought that he should move because now, he was honestly afraid to go back “Trust me Mr. Blake, my son wouldn’t harm a hair on your head.  He did the same thing each day; came in from school and did his homework and maybe he’d go to the Y or to the basketball court with pals.  He’s very much missed.  He was a nice young man.  I am going to pray.”

When Mr. Blake came home that evening he saw no signs of the young man, nor the evening after that and no evenings to follow.  The son had left for a greater paradise the father felt.  His daughter told him that she felt a presence but it didn’t frighten her and that now she felt none at all.  The two prayed together.

Yes, fact is far stranger than fiction.  Like a pointer on a board moving by itself or a man seeing a youth that left the earth far too soon.  Yes, the paranormal will be continued…..

Castles, Gothic mansions, old forts, theatres and plain old haunted houses in many cases are to the agenda while you become a member of a paranormal tour. Depending around the tour company you hire, an accurate psychic or medium oftentimes leads how with your journey. Developing a guide that may “talk” for the spirits adds another spooky layer of fun on your own ghost hunt. A number of the mediums have been in the media and still have proven paranormal experiences to attract from. Feel undertake a ghost than by using a professional paranormal expert? When you have a paranormal tour, you will probably get a short, informative lesson on various ghost hunting equipment that you use on your ghost hunting journey  Adobe ColdFusion.

Sound recording tools, still cameras, camcorders and even more are simply a several tools from the trade that will assist you detect ghostly phenomena. A historical overview of the venue plus a walk-through will assist you to familiarize yourself with the place and also obtain a sense of the ambiance. Because you could be navigating through dungeons, cobblestone walks and stairs after dark or waning light, it is important that you dress comfortably in sensible shoes. Besides avoiding the chance of tripping or falling, you simply might prefer comfortable shoes to run in in case your ghost is on your own tail! While it is important has fun on the paranormal tour, you should also consider your safety after that of the group. Decide on a tour company that’s implemented safety precautions just like walkie-talkies, flashlights including a buddy system should a ghost hunt get intense  Adobe After Effects.

Paranormal Activity with cats and dogs

Many scientists don’t believe that animals have psychic abilities, they believe that animals obtaining any kind of information because they are very sensitive. For example, animals can hear footsteps from a long distance, even earth movements. Other explanations given for their behavior is that they have a natural instinct. If we see them acting strange is because they can feel and hear things we can’t. Not much is being done to find out whether our pets are psychics. Psychic abilities on animals are being ignored because we already know what animals are capable of doing, and other paranormal subjects get more attention because we really don’t have an explanation.

Not to mention, today, some people believe that they can communicate with many animals by hearing their thoughts. They call themselves pet psychics, pet messengers or pet communicators. These pet psychics are gaining a lot of popularity—thousands of people will go to a pet psychic to figure out what is going on with their dogs. Some people want to know what their cat or dog is thinking, others want to know if their pet is in pain, and others want to know why they pet ran away from home. 

Another explanation why people like to look for ghosts is that some events that took place while you were in a room have no explanation. For example, you are in a room where a lot of people reported different feelings and they have seen something. There were a couple of people inside my grandmother’s room, and a close friend of my grandmother was standing by the window, and all of the sudden he felt like something was scratching his leg, but no none was there with him, not even a dog.  He had no marks, his leg was fine, but he believes that something or someone was there inside that room with him.

Later my mother confessed that her dog died when she was nine years old in that room. Once again, how can any person come up with a reasonable explanation for this strange event?

Now, we could spend the rest of the evening trying to find a reasonable explanation, but we both know that the afterlife is full of questions—and what happens after our heart stops beating is unknown.

People want to know the answers to the questions, why? Why some people experience some form of paranormal activity, while others never will. Why some activity takes place in a certain place? People waste their time looking for ghosts because they want an explanation, for them there’s something beyond this world, but we are too blind to see it, or maybe we just don’t want to believe in it.

In the Brazilian town of Abadiania, Joao Teixeira de Faria – self-styled medium and psychic surgeon – treats thousands of sick people who then claim to be cured, the so-called John of God using mainly his hands but also scissors, a knife and a scalpel to perform his supposed miracles.

Born June 24th 1942, this semi-illiterate shaman is a spiritism adept, this being a sort of religious doctrine centred on a belief in life after death, which was founded in the 19th century by Frenchman Allan Kardec, and is especially popular in Brazil, where it has nearly three million followers in the modern age.

Famous US TV show hostess Oprah has visited the town to film the adoring crowds which gather around this supposed healer, who claims to communicate with spirits when going into one of his trance states, in which he  not only diagnoses diseases, but also prescribes medication -even conducting surgeries with his hands, or with the aforementioned implements.

From 8 years of age, the healer claims to have been given a sort of energy by God, receiving 1000 visitors a day, three times weekly and over 50% non-Brazilian, He sits in a big armchair, his feet on a cushion, while several hundred followers and supposed mediums meditate within a so-called energy circle.

Patients then come forward, and John of God treats them, often in under one minute. Reinaldo Daher, an orthopaedic doctor witnessed one operation – performed without anaesthetics – in which John began scratching the eye of one patient with a knife, yet the  patient never flinched and was soon dismissed as cured.

Though many believe because they have seen the man in action, there are some, particularly among the medical profession who wonder if in fact  John of God is nothing but a charlatan. Since the Brazilian guarantees freedom of faith, taking any actions against illegal medical practice or charlatanism is almost impossible, though the authorities are quick to point out the inherent risks involved.

The trouble is that many of the patients of John of God turn to him only as a last resort, when mainstream medicine lets them down, though others do seek spirituality, and many just come to thank him.

New York-based Russian woman Marina arrived there in 2006 with multiple sclerosis diagnosed in 1999, and found herself cured, so these days comes back often, and John is big business for his small town, having been – for 35 years now – that about which the local economy revolves

When you visit the place, do not be surprised to hear that all instructions and spiritual messages are transmitted not only in English, but French, Spanish, German, Russian and Portuguese as well. The healing centre is at the hub of a town with over 40 inns, lots of taxis and a shuttle services to and from Brasilia airport, not far away

John never charges for the treatment, maintaining that income should purely be from donations, sales of natural remedies and purified water, yet he seems to thrive. Even though his so-called treatments are carried out in a contaminated environment, and are illegal, strictly speaking, he fools most of the people most of the time, which is perhaps the greatest confidence trick of them all.

I would love to think that that his laying on of hands could cure my rheumatoid arthritis, but I just cannot bring myself to suspend my disbelief sufficiently, and to feel that this charlatan has really cured you calls for utter conviction that he has that ability, something I could never achieve.