I've noticed a very significant phenomenon. Three out of four hunters in our group have brought home ghosts. Our homes were activity-free before we began hunting. Now, a year and a half later, we have quite active homes. We always try to protect ourselves while on a hunt, and always tell the residents to stay put when we leave. But I've found that ghosts have a mind of their own and rarely do what we ask. Is this happening perhaps because, as frequent hunters, we make ourselves more open to spirit activity?
I'll let Shana and Theresa blog about their homes. Let me tell you about mine.
It started last year. My husband is a towboater and is gone for 30 to 40 days at a time. The activity used to happen when I was home alone. Lately, it has continued while Kevin is here. The first things I noticed were objects moving, or more accurately, being thrown. The first was a 20 lb. bag of dog food. I heard it, and then saw it, deposited upright in the middle of the kitchen floor. My labradoodle is a piglet, but he can't lift the bag. Next was a large document folder. It weighs probably 7 lbs. and was on top of the fridge. I walked into the kitchen and it hurled at my head. It didn't just fall, it had to clear a candy dish in front of it. Next, I was on the computer and heard my puppy's crate open. She stumbled in sleepy-eyed and looked at me like "What? Why'd you wake me?" More recently, my medicine bottle has flown from the kitchen window sill to across the kitchen floor, twice. I also watched a spatula in the sink flip in the air and fling water all over. I've had doors opened that were shut tight.
Next I began hearing someone walking up and down the hall. I could also hear them in my enclosed front porch area. The dogs always alert to the noises. I hear them knock on my downstairs front door. I hear them knock on the upstairs front door. I hear them knock on the back door and the kitchen window.
One night, while watching T.A.P.S., the team said "if anyone's here, please say something." To which a young sounding man responded (in my home, out loud, right next to me) "Hey." The dogs went crazy searching for the voice.
Lately, Kevin and I have both heard a man talking over and above the TV. Can't usually make out what he says, but once I heard "hello."
While lying in bed the other night, I heard the "hello" and then we both saw a black shadow go across the ceiling, followed by a huge thump in the attic above us.
Finally, I got the courage to record in my home. I turned off the TV midday and put the recorder in the hall on the baker's rack. Within a few minutes, the dogs went off, and I heard the young man say "Hey" again. Upon reviewing the recording, about 20 minutes later, I get up to use the restroom. You hear me walk in there, and you hear a very raspy, smarmy, very rude voice say "Watch Mama." Oh my. I threw off the headphones and paraded through my house reading him the riot act. I haven't heard from him again. But then again, I haven't had the guts to record again.
Then there's the incident that happened at the hospital this month. My husband had a very serious surgery and I spent the night in his room on a cot. In the middle of the night, out of his head on morphine, my husband woke and tried to remove his equipment and IV. I woke and saw him teetering by his bed. It appeared that he was going to fall, and something would catch him. So I got him back to bed, got a nurse to check his equipment, and then had a personal meltdown. I stepped into the restroom and immediately felt a ghostly presence. My hair stood up, I got an extreme chill, and felt petrified. I ask "Who's there?" And got the answer "Don't worry, I've got him."
Last but certainly not least, there's Roady. We picked up Roady on a trip to a local cemetery. A lady was being very serious, asking us to "help her hear my voice." Followed immediately by a comical sounding voice saying "It's Roady!" In the weeks following, we heard Roady everywhere we went. He went to the caves with Shana. He went in the truck with Theresa. He went to the cafe with me. He always says very silly things. We love him and have grown accustomed to his being with us. We haven't heard him lately. Roady, where are you?
If any other hunters have experienced similar phenomena, give us a shout.
Rita and I had a hunt this past Friday night. We started out at Summit Grove Cemetery..but..it was getting kind of windy, so we bowed out of that one early. We did hear what sounded like audible voices..saw 3 shadowy men off in the distance...unfortunately, the wind chased us off early. We then moved on to CBC, where as usual, we were NOT disappointed. I was using my EVP amplifier and while we were sitting at the table, I heard a very loud scraping noise. I jumped..Rita jumped, too..lol..and what we heard was "someone or something" moving her equipment case! Right before that, it felt like someone was touching my back! I asked "who's standing over there" after the case moved and soon to follow my inquiry was a K2 hit. VERY COOL! Both of our cell phones were out of line of fire at the time.
