Friday, July 17, 2009
Vancouver Paranormal Special Investigations Meeting Announcement
This week's meeting will be held at the usual location this Sunday at 3:30. Please remember your laptops. We are having a potluck as well. Watch your emails for meeting outline and make sure to let me know if you can't make it.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
You decide if it's true....
Years ago we lived in Spokane, Washington. At the time, there was just me, Tree and Andy (who was a little over a year old then). I worked several jobs to try and get us on our feet. We were living with my In-Laws in their basement.
One of the jobs I had was security for a contract company. I enjoyed the job enough working in downtown covering the Federal Courthouse and Post Office which shared the same city block.
From time to time I was called in to do extra jobs, usually for just a night or two. Sometimes it was plain clothes security at the local arcade or helping with the closing shift at a nightclub. One afternoon I received a call from Ken, my supervisor at the security company.
Ken asked me to cover a graveyard shift at ‘the house’. I had heard about the house for sometime but was never asked to work a shift there. Now it was common knowledge that the house used to be an asylum back in the day. Ken explained to me that everyone was required to work one and only one shift there each year. He kept apologizing that I was drawn for the graveyard shift and that he only expected me to make a single pass through the property around 3:00.
I asked him why 3:00 (I had a suspicion why) he answered that that’s the time when most complaints about noise were made. The rest of the night, he not only offered but suggested that I stay in my car with the engine running, radio on and doors locked.
He gave me the address and I jotted it down before going to sleep so I could be up all night. Tree was disappointed as it was supposed to be my first night off of work in almost a month. But hey, we needed the money.
That night, it was dusk actually. I drove to the property which looked like a big old house as I approached it up the long driveway lined with trees and brush. I wasn’t even at the entrance to the gate when my senses went almost on fire. I had to pull over and gather myself. The hairs on my arms were standing on end and I had an instant nail driver headache. Oh, it was going to be a long, long night.
I relieved the officer that was on duty who warned me to just say that I had walked the interior of the building but to instead stay in my car if I knew what was smart. I didn’t bother to ask him why. I could already see the shadows in the broken windows. This property was crawling with entities and none of them were happy.
I began my log of the night in the car as I ate my dinner and listened to the radio. I spent some time focusing on dampening my receptors as best as I could. Before I knew it, the sun was set and the cold air had moved in. A wispy fog crawled on the ground which was pretty normal for this area.
I called in on the 2 way radio for check in as I had done each hour since arriving. I didn’t get any answer. My heart skipped as I checked the time to see that it was 3:00. I tried the radio one more time but didn’t get the expected response. Grabbing my flashlight and the keys from the ignition I got out of my car. A few deep breaths to calm myself later I went to the door of the house.
I must’ve stood at the front double doors for a full 2 minutes before I put the key in the lock. As soon as I opened the door I heard loud banging from up the stairs. My veins went icy as I froze listening. Adrenaline pumps through me in what had to be massive bursts. Forcing myself to move, I entered the building leaving the doors blocked open by placing a rock at each door to hold them open. (Hey, I’m not stupid sometimes a quick escape path is necessary!)
The banging upstairs was intermittent but loud and disturbing. I told myself that it was probably something being blown about by the wind. As I approached the stairs I saw a young man halfway down them looking at me. Having been able to sense and see entities since a child I recognized what he was right away. The big question, the important question, was did he know he was an entity. Many of them don’t realize they aren’t among the living anymore and I don’t particularly like being the one to tell them that. It’s never greeted with enthusiasm though I can’t blame them.
I started towards the stairs and he turned and ran up to the second floor. After reaching the second floor he was, of course, nowhere to be found. The air was dense and musty like many old buildings. I could smell mold and taste despair. I didn’t know what had specifically gone on in this place in the past but it was strong enough to leave a stain behind for all to see if they wanted to.
A careful search of the upstairs revealed nobody and nothing responsible for the banging noises. I tried to keep my eyes focused so as not to acknowledge the spirits I saw in most of the rooms. Each one, there were 8 in all the upstairs, was re-enacting a personal horror over and over again. The sobs and moans pulled at my heart as my feet grew heavy. At the end of the main hall the very air was thick and syrupy. It was almost like swimming without water and even though it was a chilly October morning I was sweating profusely. My heart was pounding and I was sure at any moment my skull would explode.
Finally returning to the stairway, I saw the young man on the stairs again looking up at me. His eyes were hollow and sad…he knew. My heart went out to him and I decided to try and speak to him.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
He cocked his head sideways slightly before answering, “You can see me?”
I nodded slowly knowing what was coming next.
“Can you help me please?” He pleaded looking desperate.
“That depends on what you need help with,” I said carefully.
My experience has been that offering to help a ghost can become a seemingly endless string of tasks that probably won’t accomplish anything in the end. After all, what they really need to do is let go and move on in the universe. If they aren’t ready for it, they’ll never let go no matter what gets finished here for them.
“I’m lost, I don’t belong here. Tell me where to go.” He begged.
“I’m not the one you should ask.” I said back to him, “You need to seek the lord and pray for his guidance and the answers, I sure, will be revealed to you.”
He never answered but merely vanished from my view. That’s when the banging started back up from behind me. Horrendously loud screams filled the building and my skin prickled. Fear iced my blood again as I ran down the stairs to find the front doors closed and locked. Fumbling for the keys and heard whispering voices begin to grow louder. Turning around to face the foyer I was greeting with at least a dozen ghosts wandering aimlessly around. Most had on hospital gowns or pajamas. A couple looked to be wearing medical uniforms stained in brown splatters.
My experiences in the basement, I’m sorry to tell you, I will not share. Rest assured, I left that house and was surprised to find my supervisor standing outside looking for me. He had tried his key but the doors wouldn’t unlock. One look at me and he sent me home. We never spoke about what happened there that night.
One of the jobs I had was security for a contract company. I enjoyed the job enough working in downtown covering the Federal Courthouse and Post Office which shared the same city block.
From time to time I was called in to do extra jobs, usually for just a night or two. Sometimes it was plain clothes security at the local arcade or helping with the closing shift at a nightclub. One afternoon I received a call from Ken, my supervisor at the security company.
Ken asked me to cover a graveyard shift at ‘the house’. I had heard about the house for sometime but was never asked to work a shift there. Now it was common knowledge that the house used to be an asylum back in the day. Ken explained to me that everyone was required to work one and only one shift there each year. He kept apologizing that I was drawn for the graveyard shift and that he only expected me to make a single pass through the property around 3:00.
I asked him why 3:00 (I had a suspicion why) he answered that that’s the time when most complaints about noise were made. The rest of the night, he not only offered but suggested that I stay in my car with the engine running, radio on and doors locked.
He gave me the address and I jotted it down before going to sleep so I could be up all night. Tree was disappointed as it was supposed to be my first night off of work in almost a month. But hey, we needed the money.
That night, it was dusk actually. I drove to the property which looked like a big old house as I approached it up the long driveway lined with trees and brush. I wasn’t even at the entrance to the gate when my senses went almost on fire. I had to pull over and gather myself. The hairs on my arms were standing on end and I had an instant nail driver headache. Oh, it was going to be a long, long night.
I relieved the officer that was on duty who warned me to just say that I had walked the interior of the building but to instead stay in my car if I knew what was smart. I didn’t bother to ask him why. I could already see the shadows in the broken windows. This property was crawling with entities and none of them were happy.
I began my log of the night in the car as I ate my dinner and listened to the radio. I spent some time focusing on dampening my receptors as best as I could. Before I knew it, the sun was set and the cold air had moved in. A wispy fog crawled on the ground which was pretty normal for this area.
I called in on the 2 way radio for check in as I had done each hour since arriving. I didn’t get any answer. My heart skipped as I checked the time to see that it was 3:00. I tried the radio one more time but didn’t get the expected response. Grabbing my flashlight and the keys from the ignition I got out of my car. A few deep breaths to calm myself later I went to the door of the house.
I must’ve stood at the front double doors for a full 2 minutes before I put the key in the lock. As soon as I opened the door I heard loud banging from up the stairs. My veins went icy as I froze listening. Adrenaline pumps through me in what had to be massive bursts. Forcing myself to move, I entered the building leaving the doors blocked open by placing a rock at each door to hold them open. (Hey, I’m not stupid sometimes a quick escape path is necessary!)
The banging upstairs was intermittent but loud and disturbing. I told myself that it was probably something being blown about by the wind. As I approached the stairs I saw a young man halfway down them looking at me. Having been able to sense and see entities since a child I recognized what he was right away. The big question, the important question, was did he know he was an entity. Many of them don’t realize they aren’t among the living anymore and I don’t particularly like being the one to tell them that. It’s never greeted with enthusiasm though I can’t blame them.
I started towards the stairs and he turned and ran up to the second floor. After reaching the second floor he was, of course, nowhere to be found. The air was dense and musty like many old buildings. I could smell mold and taste despair. I didn’t know what had specifically gone on in this place in the past but it was strong enough to leave a stain behind for all to see if they wanted to.
A careful search of the upstairs revealed nobody and nothing responsible for the banging noises. I tried to keep my eyes focused so as not to acknowledge the spirits I saw in most of the rooms. Each one, there were 8 in all the upstairs, was re-enacting a personal horror over and over again. The sobs and moans pulled at my heart as my feet grew heavy. At the end of the main hall the very air was thick and syrupy. It was almost like swimming without water and even though it was a chilly October morning I was sweating profusely. My heart was pounding and I was sure at any moment my skull would explode.
Finally returning to the stairway, I saw the young man on the stairs again looking up at me. His eyes were hollow and sad…he knew. My heart went out to him and I decided to try and speak to him.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
He cocked his head sideways slightly before answering, “You can see me?”
I nodded slowly knowing what was coming next.
“Can you help me please?” He pleaded looking desperate.
“That depends on what you need help with,” I said carefully.
My experience has been that offering to help a ghost can become a seemingly endless string of tasks that probably won’t accomplish anything in the end. After all, what they really need to do is let go and move on in the universe. If they aren’t ready for it, they’ll never let go no matter what gets finished here for them.
“I’m lost, I don’t belong here. Tell me where to go.” He begged.
“I’m not the one you should ask.” I said back to him, “You need to seek the lord and pray for his guidance and the answers, I sure, will be revealed to you.”
He never answered but merely vanished from my view. That’s when the banging started back up from behind me. Horrendously loud screams filled the building and my skin prickled. Fear iced my blood again as I ran down the stairs to find the front doors closed and locked. Fumbling for the keys and heard whispering voices begin to grow louder. Turning around to face the foyer I was greeting with at least a dozen ghosts wandering aimlessly around. Most had on hospital gowns or pajamas. A couple looked to be wearing medical uniforms stained in brown splatters.
My experiences in the basement, I’m sorry to tell you, I will not share. Rest assured, I left that house and was surprised to find my supervisor standing outside looking for me. He had tried his key but the doors wouldn’t unlock. One look at me and he sent me home. We never spoke about what happened there that night.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Vancouver PSI Meeting
Members of the Vancouver PSI Team please respond. We would like to schedule a full team meeting this Sunday at our house. Let's see about getting the ball rolling and maybe do a potluck to nibble on while we meet!
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