Violent Threats On EVPs

Here is a back story of how I came to my predicament:

Recently I have had an increased interested in the paranormal. I have always been interested, but more so in the last 6 months. I have found out about two ghosts in my house, Isabelle and Ted. They are very nice and friendly. Especially Isabelle, she is 7 years old, but shy. She likes to tickle my feet at night when they are out of the covers, and only then, which doesn’t bother me. They also like to open or close my laptop, dresser draws, and door when I am not in my room.

Call me crazy, I don’t care. I have documentation of them.

I use an old necklace as a pendulum to take to ghosts, and it works really well. I have made a Ouija board before, but I won’t mess with them again, they scare me. I get scared very easily, so I usually won’t talk to spirits unless someone is with me, plus it works better. I have also recorded some EVP’s with Isabelle.

All of this was 4 months ago.

Reoccurring Events

When I was younger we moved to this house it was big a beautiful but very old. That's when I was seven. I saw a ghost of what was a women with an all black dress and pretty blue like crystal eyes I saw every feature.

I already knew ghosts were in the house because I could feel them and I had dreams about them but over the years of my life more things have happened.

One time I was sleep and it felt like something had kissed me in one of our other houses. I was thirteen and I was laying down. I never sleep in the dark because I see shadows. I had the light from the t.v shining in my room so I felt something on top of me and I felt arms so I grabbed the arms and tried to push it of off me but it grabbed me and slammed me back down. I tired to moved on my side and it pinched my butt and I yelled stop and let me go and it left.

Another time I heard the sound of breathing approaching me and I quickly awoke and it went away so the next night I was laying in my bed on my way to sleep and something picked me up and put me on the other side of the bed

A Skeptic’s Journey Through Grief

As a physician with a strong science background, I used to regard all things spiritual with a jaded eye—until the recent suicide of my young son, Erik. Since then, my life has been cleaved into two parts: The Before and The After, The Bliss and The Dark Despair.

Everyone deals with grief differently. I heal best by journaling my thoughts in a way that helps others. So once I was able to wipe away my tears and crawl out of bed. At first, I shared my grief, pouring my broken heart onto every page. I thought my son had been ripped from my arms forever, but soon, Erik began to challenge that belief by making his presence known to friends and family through smells, touch, apparitions, conversation, and mischievous pranks. These events defied explanation. After all, science taught me that the soul does not survive death and that nonsensical notions like clairvoyance, the afterlife, and reincarnation belong to the domain of New Age freaks and unscrupulous gypsies hunched over crystal balls.

My first reaction was to pour myself into hundreds of books, because not only was I determined to find out if my son was really alive in some other dimension, I needed scientific proof for it. What I discovered was no short of amazing. For one, I came to understand why I was a skeptic to begin with.

4.33 AM

I have always believed in ghosts/ spirits as I, myself have seen one or two. I am believed to be a psychic by many as have spoken to ghosts and seen them frequently.

Ok, I am only 15 but had a lot of things happen to me. A lot of spooky things, unexplainable things. This for instance.

4.33AM

Sometime last year I went to bed like any other day but how that night would change things for months. nothing strange/weird had happened to me for ages and nothing significant had happened in school that day (they say dreams are based on what's happened to you in that day, its your subconscious talking to you.)

Murder On The Third Floor

Recently I helped out a friend from high school by painting some graphics in her new salon. Another former classmate had been employed to do the electrical work, and the three of us had several opportunities to catch up on the class of 1979. The electrician and I got into a conversation one day about some activity in his building down town. He lives on the second floor of a renovated building that was built in 1915.

The building was formerly a masonic temple. He shared several events with me and being a huge Paranormal State and Ghost Hunter fan, I was intrigued. I had just watched an episode of Ghost Hunter and saw where they had used the small mini flashlight, just barely turning it off and letting the energy of the spirit turn it on. So armed with my digital camera, my mini flashlight and a few willing friends we went to the third floor of the building where the meetings had supposedly taken place. I'm going to be a little vague with the details at this point, there will be more later, but I went upstairs to the third floor 4 times in two days and made contact.

First our digital camera's captured many bright orbs in the darkened room. Then I put the flashlight in the middle of the dark room, turned it until it went off and started asking questions, asking the spirit to turn the flashlight on if the answer was yes. What we learned was chilling. I don't care if anyone believes me, I just want to find someone with similar experiences to help me go forward from here. I asked her if she wanted me to tell her story and she signaled yes. She said she was killed by a group of men, and they were not masons! Which was a relief to me for some reason. However we were also aware of another organization that met up there and when I return tomorrow I will ask her directly if it was them.

The first night our camera's worked, the second night no one was able to use their cameras, when I asked if the cameras were a problem, I got an affirmative with the light. I got quick and consistent reaction with the flashlight, at one point I asked her to turn it off because I had a final question and she did, and then responded in the affirmative some time later. At one point when I walked across the dark room to get my flashlight the witnesses with me saw lights dancing around my back and flying across my shoulders. At that time I had felt something on the back of my legs and then felt it move up to my back and did not say anything to anyone thinking it was my imagination. No one is fearful of this spirit, we are saddened by her and feel that she is a victim.

Also the two day's that we visited the third floor after each encounter we all felt a euphoria that lasted for days. Anyone have any input?

Sent in by Cory