The Catch
lthough everyone wants to see an actual proof of “them” being present, scientists and other researchers of such phenomenon that uses equipment for actual proof have about a lower than 50 percent success rate. The most recent of which is the “Ghost Hunter” Team of TAPS.
Other paranormal analysts that are extra-sensitive or are quite intone with the said experiences reports in an alleged 80 percent success rate, although still we need actual proof. For me I don’t need it, I’ve experienced it, I need not convince myself. If I presented you with a photograph it would be scrutinized to the hilt until its disproved, same if I presented you a video or a voice recording. So those that believe don’t need further proof. There are just those that don’t experience these things, and there are those that can.
The greatest proof you could try is find a place with some great stories of experiences of these kinds and bring someone “sensitive” with you, either he or she feels nauseous or will have a headache with the presence. Although not 100 percent, at least it’s above 80. Now if he or she sees something, take note of the experience and descriptions more like an investigator. If you found someone else that is “sensitive” in the future, try to recount the previous experience and see if it matches. If they are genuine, you will see that they would be experiencing the same exact thing even if they don’t know each other.
Did you know that I found my great confirmation this way? Why you say? It’s because for the past 20 years, (as later been told to me) a location said to be haunted was presented to me. A friend knew that I have this semi-3rd ability and he doesn’t believe me for one bit. He told me that I only become like this when I consumed enough bottles of beer. What he didn’t notice and I didn’t notice at that time, is when we drink together with our friends and we had had some bottles, I could see things they cannot see. I tell them what I saw and they would laugh and say, I’m getting drunk that’s why I see things. What we didn’t notice is that we get enough of these beer sessions until the wee hours of the morning and I always start seeing things between the ranges of eleven-thirty in the evening, up to about three in the early morning. It was consistent.
That’s when this friend of mine decided to prove to himself and everybody else I do have “it”. It was his property, abandoned for a very long time, except for an old lady as the care-taker and his son. They have also a bunch of retrievers guarding the property. We rode the land cruiser all the way to the mountains with me not expecting anything. They (my friends) told me that we were going for some out of town trip and go bird-shooting the next day on these mountain ranges. Although I didn’t like shooting anything, I did go with them because of their persistent convincing. We decided to leave late in the afternoon for the property and got there at about six in the evening. It was a huge property, with walls from end-to-end… We were greeted by the care-taker and his son which were pretty friendly and talked a lot… The dogs kept following us which got everybody on tip-toes because those dogs were really big. There was a house in the middle of the property that is in concrete, it was Spanish style in design and have this really good wood paneling. What caught my attention is this stair leading to the basement, which had no window, a single incandescent at the middle, one chair and a table. It was all concrete and dark. I was told they acquired the property from some guy which his father knew although they never discovered the purpose of that basement including the previous owner. Pretty much the house was an antique.
They led us to a long hallway and I asked my friend whether they lived here before, he told me his parents couldn’t stand it there so only his brother stayed there for several years and later transferred too. The house was pretty; I was intrigued by its history. We were led to the rooms and we reach the end of the hallway where there was this room facing each other and a room parallel to it. We were on the right room and my friend slept on the left room. The middle room straight to the hallway was locked. I asked him who slept in the room. My friend told me it was the master bedroom and no one is sleeping there. So we had some talk that evening and my friend decided we should go home since his mom called for him to go home to the city. I don’t know what they talked about but it seems his mother was urging him to go home, I hear him reasoning we would stay there for one night, and then he later said ok we will go home. Our other friends were busy checking out the rifles and cleaning some of the stuff they plan to take with them. My friend the owner told them we should pack-up and leave because something came up. Told our other friends to bring the rifles with them for we will go night shooting to fill their trigger-happy nature. Before we left my friend told me to check-out the middle room, he told the care-taker to assist me as they were packing the truck up and they would take care of my things. Due to my curiosity, I did go check it out. The old lady came with me and along the way interviewed her. She told me there’s nothing special with that room; they just keep it locked-up so no one will accidentally go in. I asked why my friends’ family or any one of them didn’t stay there, and her straight answer was she doesn’t know.
I asked her more questions which didn’t get any good response except there’s no interesting story for that room. But I doubted that. So we got there, its pretty normal room, dark, a huge queen sized bed, covered neatly, a old wooden Italian headboard, some old shelves, a night stand and one window covered with thick, as in very thick curtains. The room has no light and no power at that moment so the only source of light coming in was from the door. Oddly enough the old lady stayed by the door, and I wandered inside the room slowly. She was pretty silent and she told me she leaves me there for a while since she’s going to get her candles so I can see clearly inside the room. I told her ok, but please leave the door wide open. I reached the middle part of the room and was staring at the blank wall which was very dark. I was the edge of the bed, the light is only coming from the right side of me and that wall didn’t have any light on it. As I was about to go finish my tour, I saw a figure on that wall, I thought it was my shadow, and as I was taking my first step towards the door from the middle of the room, I remembered my shadow should be on the left instead of on the wall. So I stopped and stared hard, and I saw not one but three figures. I was stunned and couldn’t move for 30 seconds although I feel it was an eternity at that time. I begin to smell burnt wood, more like charcoal and the wall became a little clearer and I see now not only three figures, but many-many more overlapping each other it seems the wall is not a wall anymore but a long chamber of sorts. Although I was afraid, I kept composure and said I see these things before but not that many, and I notice that along the corner of the room far from the figures, is a different figure seeming laidback and was posing on the wall… I felt much strange on that figure than the bunch of figures in front of me. I say figure since I can only see the outline of these things and not the details of their faces, although I recognize the height and hair or if it’s wearing a cap or a hat… Just then when I was feeling really dizzy and was about to lose consciousness, the old lady knocked and asked if I was ok, and with a blink of an eye the figures disappeared, but I see the first three figure the last to disappear since they faded away. I felt those on the wall were people, dead people, and the one on the left I’m not sure, I felt great agony when I looked at the wall, and I felt attacked when looking at that other figure from the left. I couldn’t forget that moment.
I walked out with the old lady and I said nothing, she said nothing too. As stepped out I still felt dizzy and felt like vomiting. I saw my friends all ready to go, as I approached them I saw a well with a water dish, I washed my hands and my face as well as my feet… They asked if I was ok and what I was doing. I said I felt a little dizzy, they told me I looked pale, my friend the owner was pretty silent, he asked again if I was ok, I said I was fine, I said “lets go home”.
My friend was worried and was kept asking me if I was ok, I felt really bad but wouldn’t want to stop their fun, so I said I was ok. The guys at the back were busy loading up the rifle, and as my friend drove, (I was in the passenger seat) he kept saying that we were going to stop at and old stony area with the huge tree at the middle where most owls and bats slept, as well as other birds. We reached that area with me still coping with what I was feeling. They positioned at the back of the truck and pointed the rifle at the tree, there were no birds or any animals I thought, but all they wanted was to fire their guns. They kept urging me to watch them shoot, or at least try it for myself, I said I’ve tried it before, and they should enjoy it. They were ready to fire when the one that gets to go first cant push the trigger, it was stuck. The second man to shoot was preparing, and can’t shoot either, they were explaining to themselves that those rifles were pretty old and rusted and maybe that’s why it wouldn’t fire. To me I felt a force trying to stop us to shoot on that tree.
They tried to fix it but still it wouldn’t fire. So we decided to drove off back to the city, my friend the driver told me I wasn’t looking really well and told our friends to drop me off at the hospital to get my blood pressure checked or at the very least get a check-up. They stopped on the hospital and I said “let’s just get home”… We did, we slept on our individual houses and decide to meet up again the next day to talk in my friends house. That night I prayed hard and was fairly ok in the morning.
I related that story with my friend’s family as I was the first to arrive the next day; they were sitting in the living room intently listening to me. That’s when my friend told me that he believes me now. I said why just now, he said he set the whole evening up for that experience including the tree we couldn’t shoot at. His brother blurted out that he experienced the same exact thing when he stayed there. He told me it took months for him to stay there and experience that phenomena and it took me just one visit. My friend said he was sorry he never told me that there are these freaky things happening on their property and just want to prove it if I can experience it too. I said it was ok, since I want to prove it for myself too, and that was my greatest proof. His brother and I described the same exact things including the figure on the left, and the three figures which the one of them can be prominently seen with a helmet on. He said they had the house blessed several times and nothing changed, they got some other psychic’s there that got spooked one way or another. It prominently happens on that room and on that tree. Our other friends later that evening told me that they were unaware of the plan and that they only figured it out later when they remembered that our other friend told them about that house before. I was not there so I didn’t hear that story. They said they believed me now, and it was a great relief for me now that when I tell them I see something, they readily huddle up with me and ask what it is…
