Part 14 (1/2)
”Wanna make communication?” Ron said, his EMF meter blaring.
Reluctantly I pulled out my pendulum. It was him. I knew it. The same heaviness weighed on my shoulders. An onslaught of emotions welled within me, and feelings of hatred and loathing that were not my own filled me to the core. ”Are you the same ent.i.ty from before?” A resounding yes. After tossing back and forth question after question, a pattern began to unfold, and with it a feeling of uneasiness. There was something different, disturbing, about this ent.i.ty. Ron sensed it as well and asked, ”Do we know you? Have we met you before?”
The pendulum swung wildly: yes!
”Have you ever lived?” Ron continued.
We turned slightly to read the digital readout on the thermometer: 66.6 degrees. Evidently the ent.i.ty was going for shock factor. I wasn't surprised.
”Not to worry,” Ron piped in. ”We've seen that before. Van Helsing fears nothing!”
Pleeea.s.sse. I asked the question again. ”Have you ever lived before?”
No. Once again the pendulum swung wide, then just as quickly as the communication had begun, it ended.
The thickness in the air that felt touchable a moment ago had begun to recede. Breathing a sigh of relief, I said, ”He's leaving.”
Truth be told, I'd asked the question twice in hope that I'd receive a different answer. But in my heart, I knew the truth. Whoever ”it” was had never existed in human form. There are those in the paranormal and spiritual community that refer to this type of energy as ”demonic.” I, on the other hand, try to think of it as ”negative energy.” Am I deluding myself? Quite possibly. Just like when you break a pill that is too big to swallow, sometimes you do what you have to do to get by.
I reached out my hand in a gesture of comfort to my sister and found myself wondering if Ron was thinking the same thing that I was. Namely, How the heck are we going to break the news to our hosts? How the heck are we going to break the news to our hosts? Never in my wildest dreams had I expected to encounter the darkness that we had tonight. Nevertheless, there are some things of this world that are not easily explained. This was one of them. Never in my wildest dreams had I expected to encounter the darkness that we had tonight. Nevertheless, there are some things of this world that are not easily explained. This was one of them.
Once we all got back downstairs we presented the preliminary results of our investigation. We offered our hosts holy water with which to bless themselves and the premises, as a form of temporary protection, along with our recommendation to bring a man of the cloth in to a.s.sist in removing the ent.i.ty plaguing their works.p.a.ce. It's not a recommendation we offer lightly.
Although they were extremely grateful to have verification that the disturbances were not merely conjured by their minds, they decided to discuss the events of the evening amongst themselves and get back to us.
A week or so later I received a call from my sister. ”Maureen, it's Evon. How are you doing?” She paused. ”We received the pictures you sent us from the investigation, and, oh my G.o.d, they're freakin' scary.”
She must have been referring to the photograph that was taken during our first encounter with the ”negative energy.”
”Yeah. Are you talking about the one with a skull-like image over my face? I know what you mean. It didn't make me feel too cozy either.”
”Are you okay?”
”Yeah. I'm fine, Evon. Don't worry.” I waited for a moment, almost afraid to ask. ”How's Deborah doing? Does she want us to come back in?”
”Actually, that's why I'm calling. I think we're going to wait a while for things to quiet down.” She continued. ”We had a meeting and decided it's time for us to find a new location. Besides, the s.p.a.ce is small and we're looking to expand.”
I had my doubts about their reasons for leaving, but kept them to myself. ”So, now what?”
”Well, we were wondering, when we move, do you think you can help us out? You know, so nothing follows us.”
”We'll see what we can do. You know, it would probably be a good idea if we came back to do a cleansing of sorts.”
There was something in her voice that told me I wasn't going to like what she was about to say. ”Actually, Deborah felt embarra.s.sed; she didn't want me to say anything. But the other night, right after the investigation she started to feel sick: migraine, nausea, and vomiting.” She hesitated. ”I told her it was a coincidence, but what do you think?”
The investigation had taken a toll on me as well: I had felt exhausted, lightheaded, and the area around my heart had felt sore and swollen, overworked, and stretched, like an old wornout dishrag. Not knowing what else to say, I said, ”Evon, please tell Deborah I'm sorry.” I had a thought. ”When I offered the use of the holy water I'd brought, do you remember if she used it?”
Evon was silent for a moment, as if contemplating what I had just asked. ”No. She didn't.” Her voice barely above a whisper, she added, ”I know because I used it, then offered it to her, but she opted against it.”
That explained it. At least to me. I would never force my beliefs on another, but Ron, myself, and the other members of the NEGP have run into similar ”negative energy” situations and have no doubt that holy water is one of many choices of strong protection. I also believe it's the faith and belief in its power that make it so. I chose my words carefully. ”Evon, please send my best to Deborah, and give us a call when you're ready to take action. We'll help you as best we can.”
Months later, while waiting in an airport terminal, ready to board a plane on our way to meet our agent, Deidre, for the first time, Ron and I received an urgent phone call.
”Maureen, can you hear me? I'm sorry to bother you; is this a bad time?” Evon yelled. ”My phone's cutting in and out. c.r.a.p,” Evon said, her words quick and loud, like she feared her cell phone connection was about to drop.
Covering my other ear with my free hand, I struggled to hear over luggage wheels sc.r.a.ping on linoleum and the whirring of conveyor belts. ”I've got a few minutes. What's up? Are you okay?”
”Well, yeah. Sort of.” She hesitated. ”We're moving to the new building today...Our team is here, and we were hoping you could guide us through a prayer. You know, to make sure nothing unwanted follows us.”
I motioned to Ron to help me move our luggage to a more private, quiet part of the airport. Not an easy task. ”All right, do you have the St. Michael prayer card I gave you?”
”Yes. But what do we do with it?”
Not comfortable with just whipping off a quick fix, I said, ”Evon, Ron and I are just about to board a plane. Maybe it's best that we meet up with you guys when we get back.”
”Maureen, please. Just tell me what I can do. Everyone's anxious, and like I said, we're picking up the last of the boxes.”
Still uneasy, but realizing their predicament, I said, ”Does everyone there feel comfortable creating a prayer circle?”
Her voice grew distant, as if she was holding her cell phone away from her ear. However, I heard enough of their conversation to realize they were all in agreement. ”Okay, now, I want you to say the Lord's Prayer, followed by the prayer on the back of the St. Michael card I gave you.” I waited for a moment, listening for any questions. When I didn't hear any objections, I continued, ”Next, state that although you wish no harm on any beings residing there, you wish only for them to find the light, and that they can not, will not, do not, have permission to follow any one of you while you're leaving the building.” I really didn't believe Evon and her co-workers would be followed; however, these situations are extremely delicate. And intent and belief in what can occur is at times a contributing factor of the end result. Doing my best to hide the concern in my voice, I then asked, ”Does what I'm saying make any sense?”
”Yes, I think so. Maureen, thanks for your help.” The sound of relief evident in her voice, she said, ”Look, don't worry about us, we'll be fine. Have fun on your trip.”
With that she hung up the phone.
That ended our a.s.sociation with the stone house. But I had my doubts about the dark ent.i.ty. We had crossed paths before, and I had the sneaking suspicion we would meet again.
RESULTS OF THE INVESTIGATION.
Since we investigated the stone house, we've been informed that the property has changed hands several times, through various developers, each one of them intent on bulldozing the stone structure to make way for a series of new homes. Unfortunately, it seems that ”coincidental” accidents have plagued the builders: loss of money, missed deadlines due to failing equipment, accidents including broken legs, etc. Oddly enough, although the area around the stone house has been cleared, the structure still remains intact. Shortly after the investigation Ron was interviewed by Woman's World Woman's World magazine. You can read his interview about the house in a reprint on magazine. You can read his interview about the house in a reprint on .
episode eleven
DREAM HOUSE.
CASE FILE: 6258976.
DREAM HOUSE.
Location: Pomfret, Connecticut.History: The original house, built in the 1700s, was later renovated and enlarged to the current structure. In the 1950s it was converted into a nursing home and later back into a private dwelling.Reported Paranormal Activity: Apparitions, poltergeist activity such as broken gla.s.s, unexplained odors, and uneasy feelings of being watched.Clients: Paula (owner), David (owner/Paula's boyfriend), Bridgette (Paula's daughter).Investigators: Ron (lead investigator), Maureen (trance medium), Leo (photographer), Ron Jr. (investigator), Karen (EVP specialist), Jenn (investigator in training).
The Woman's World Woman's World article about the stone house investigation had barely hit the stands when a woman from Rhode Island contacted me on the Ghost Line. article about the stone house investigation had barely hit the stands when a woman from Rhode Island contacted me on the Ghost Line.
Her name was Paula and she and her boyfriend had just bought a second home in Connecticut. It was their dream house. They'd fallen in love with it. All had seemed fine until they started the renovations. That's when things began to happen.