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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

My Victorian. My True Ghost Stories. Segment #5.

Welcome! If you’re joining me for the first time you’ve arrived in time to hear some of my incredible experiences when paranormal investigating the very house in which I live. For those of you who frequent this blog, glad to have you back.

As a brief recap, let me explain what my Halloween Extravaganza is. Last year on October 29th, 30th and 31st I shared segments one, two and three of my true Victorian ghost stories.  As promised, I’m continuing my stories on the same dates this year in segments four, five and six. Interested in checking out the first three? Click HERE.

So let’s continue. Today, as aforementioned, I’m mixing it up a bit and sharing the unbelievable results I had when investigating the paranormal in my Victorian. Build in 1901 by my husband’s great-grandfather, this house has seen a lot over the past one hundred and eleven years.
That said… here are my initial results.
By investigating, I’ve learned first-hand what it feels like to get an actual response from an unseen entity. So far I’ve had several responses during multiple investigations. But I’m not all that surprised considering how active this house has been in the past.
Before I continue allow me to share with you what equipment I used when I made contact. My weapon of choice was an EMF detector. This device is commonly used by electricians but has also become a very popular tool for paranormal investigations. Why? Because most in the field believe that spirits not only have a magnetic field but can use it to communicate with the living. My particular device reads on a scale of 0-10 Milligauss at 50/60 Hz. The way in which paranormal investigators use this device is by first establishing the magnetic field readings of the location. Once the magnetic fluctuations of a particular building are mapped out, the investigator can then narrow down the best areas to investigate. In point, those free of pre-existing magnetic activity. Examples of potentially higher magnetic readings in a home might include light fixtures, wiring, etc.. Once ready to use an EMF detector, only yes or no questions should be asked. A spike in the meter insinuates a ‘yes’. No spike in the meter insinuates a ‘no’.
On to the spooky stuff!

My first time attempting to contact ‘the other side’ was in early September, 2011. While you might’ve expected me to choose nighttime, I opted to try it at 3 O’clock in the afternoon. Why? It was one of those rare times that I was home alone.
With baited breath and EMF detector in hand, I stood in the hallway on the second floor. Silly as it might sound, I began by introducing myself in a clear, concise voice. I suppose a few of you are thinking, “Um, isn’t it safe to assume the ghost already knows who you are?” Yes, probably. But it seemed like the best way to do it. To my mind, those in the afterlife should be treated as politely and with as much respect as I’d treat any living person I’d just met. I explained what the EMF detector was and how I believed it might be a tool in with which they could communicate. I even explained how I thought they might be able to manipulate it using energy. I tried not to overthink the fact that I was asking something supernatural to get so close to me!
Five minutes went by. No response. Honestly, even though I knew the house was haunted, I didn’t think I’d receive a response my first time. In the middle of the afternoon, no less.
But I did.
I’ll never forget the moment I watched the motionless needle first leap in response to a question. I gripped the detector with two hands and forced myself not to shake. Deep, even breathes were the key to remaining calm.
So what question invoked an answer? Pretty basic. I asked, “Are you the man who built this house?” The meter spiked to five then dropped back to zero. Naturally, I assumed it might be my husband’s great-grandfather who built the house for his wife in 1901. So I asked, “Is this Richard?” (leaving off the last name for the sake of the family’s privacy). No response. I asked several more times. Still no response. Again I asked, “Is this the man who built this house?” This time the meter shot up to seven then dropped to zero. Suddenly it occurred to me, Richard had not built the house himself… he’d hired workers!
I communicated with this spirit for fifteen more minutes. Please join me tomorrow on Halloween to hear the rest of what I found out during my investigations.

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