I am a psychic who possesses the gift of clairvoyance, I hear otherworldly voices and feel the presence of ghosts. I have devoted many years to paranormal research …
It may not be difficult to imagine the ghost of a monk and a horseman in the walls of an ancient building. But it should not be forgotten that ghosts live not only in ancient buildings (castles, estates, etc.). Longfellow's famous dictum: "In every house where a person lived and died, a ghost lives" - surprisingly precisely: wherever we are, residual energy is imprinted everywhere. And the more emotional she is, the stronger her imprint.
During my life I have had the opportunity to change many houses. Most of them did not have "ghosts with a registration", but from time to time the previous tenants came, no doubt, in order to see how things were in their old houses.
In my practice, there was one large Victorian house where I lived after my divorce from Joan. The souls of two sisters who passed into the other world, but did not want to go anywhere, were present in the house almost all the time. And they simply settled in this place!
I moved into this house on a cloudy and damp November day. And although the house was already over 100 years old, it was modernized, bright and fresh. Almost immediately, I began to feel the presence of the past in him. On the stairs, at times, there was a glimpse of some movement, or I noticed a flap of the hem of the skirt disappearing around the corner or in the door.
There was one place in the hallway where I repeatedly watched the woman's figure dissolve into the wall. Examining what appeared to be a solid wall, I found a piece of drywall that was clearly used to close off the old doorway. The drywall was decorated like the entire hallway, and I could never have known that there was a door in this place in the past if I had not seen the lady's spirit passing through it.
This is a typical example of a person reporting that he saw a ghost "passing through the wall." The spirits of people who decided to visit their past dwellings do not see them as they are at the moment, but see them as they were in the days of earthly existence. Therefore, they continue to use the doors that they remember, even if the doorways are sealed.
Likewise, if the floor level is lowered, they will walk at the same level they were during their lifetime, while creating a vision that they are hovering above the floor. The ceiling can be lowered and the amazed current occupants will see ankles and feet moving under the ceiling. Actually, this is the result of changing the floor level in the room upstairs. In a couple of houses that I had to examine, the stairs were dismantled or moved, and residents said they saw "ghosts flying from the ceiling." Spirits of people do not fly - they use stairs, which are remembered from the time when they lived here in the material world.
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In the very first days after I moved to a new house, I found that the perfume of two ladies was occupying it with me. I felt very depressed for two days, and on the third I woke up with a terrible state of health and a high temperature. I had the flu. Lying in bed, drenched in sweat, and feeling so bad that I didn't even try to get up, I saw the figure of the spirit of a lady approaching the bed. She was short and stout. The lady wore an elongated smoky blue dress with an apron around the waist. The gray hair was pulled back in a bun at the back of the head. Her round and rosy-cheeked face had a kind expression.
Coming closer to the bed, she held out her hand to me, and I felt a coolness on my forehead. Then I fell asleep. I slept for several hours in a row, waking up again and again to once again feel the coolness on my face. The next day I woke up much better.
The temperature subsided and I was able to hobble down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I was still seriously ill, but I knew I was getting better thanks to the ghost of a lady who was lowering my temperature. Nobody knew that I was sick. I felt so bad that I didn't leave the house. And at that time I could not afford a telephone. My only friend during that dark time was a kind soul who eased my suffering caused by the intense heat.
I went up to the bedroom, staggering on my legs, changed my sweat-damp underwear and went back to bed, where I began to think about the ghost of a lady that appeared in front of me. Although I felt much better, I was still weak and my head was spinning. I fell asleep again. And I woke up in the twilight of a November day. Opening my eyes, I saw that the lady's spirit had returned. She stood in the corner of the room and smiled at me, her hands folded on her apron.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
She nodded her head to me.
- Who you are? I asked.
“Eleanor,” the lady replied. “I live here with Sister Margaret and Brother Bill. My father built this house and we spent our childhood here.
She went on to tell how she got married, while the brother and sister stayed in the house with their parents. When the parents died, the children continued to live here. When Ted, Eleanor's husband, entered the spirit world, she returned here and began to live with her brother and sister.
“God didn't give Ted and me children,” she explained.
I often saw Eleanor busy with the house, but very rarely met her sister. Margaret was not in the least like her sister. Tall, thin, she constantly wore dark, gray clothes. When I saw her, she never smiled at me - in fact, I had a distant feeling that she did not favor the male half at all, and considered me to have invaded the territory where her family's home was once. Eleanor always looked at me kindly, sometimes she began to communicate with me. Margaret has never done this. Entering one of the 4 bedrooms on the second floor, I always felt uncomfortable in it. It is likely that this was Margaret's room in her earthly life.
I saw Bill once in the room that I used as a dining room. When I went there one evening, the scene in front of me did not in the least resemble my home. An old-fashioned fireplace and several soft chairs in front of it. A man was sitting in one of them. He stretched out his legs, his head resting on the back of the chair, his hands resting on the armrests. He was probably asleep. Everything was very quiet and peaceful. I blinked a couple of times and the vision disappeared. I found myself in front of my modern dining set and a small table with a potted flower on it.
I noticed an old man who lived next door and thought that maybe he remembers this family. We were returning home with him at the same time, and once I asked if he remembered the people who lived in the next house.
“Yes,” he replied. - I remember very well. They seem to have lived here since the house was built. Parents died, leaving a son and daughters. The eldest daughter left when she got married, but returned when she lost her husband. Son Bill passed away about 20 years ago, and two sisters, Margaret and Eleanor, remained here until they could take care of themselves. After they were taken to a nursing home. They were already years old and died a few months apart.
I stayed in the house for another year or two and was glad to share it with this family. Although I felt that Margaret was not at all happy that I had invaded here.
Since that time, I have changed two or three houses, and only the spirits of my family members or Gwen's family came to me, and, of course, Sam (Sam is my spiritual mentor). Then we moved to our current home, which is less than three years old. It was only briefly occupied by the family, who built it on the site of a former market garden. Although the house is almost new, I often see the movement of ghosts. These are the spirits of people who lived in an old house, where a new one now stands. Naturally, they do not know about the modern building, but visit the house of their memory.
I had just returned home after a hard day's work when the phone rang. Gwen asked me to answer since she was a cat food business. I picked up the phone, and a certain Sophie Jennings was introduced to me. She expressed the hope that I will be able to listen to her, although we do not know each other. I asked where she got my phone number, and she replied that her friend had given. She apologized for calling, but said she urgently needed to talk to me.
Sophie said that she recently moved to Churchtown. Everything was great in the beginning - she and her husband Rick were absolutely delighted with their new home. Rick recently demobilized from the army after serving there for 9 years and found a job as a security guard in Southport. He decided to make some improvements to the house. There is an unusual basement, and Rick thought he could make a rest room and another bedroom out of it. He broke two opposite walls and, to his surprise, found the semblance of a room littered with all sorts of things.
“That's where it all started,” Sophie continued. - Late one evening we went to bed and turned off the light. For some reason, I felt a terrible chill, although I pressed against Rick and we were covered with a thick duvet. Since I was just pounding from the cold, Rick asked what was the matter. Before I could answer, Rick was literally thrown out of bed.
- God Almighty! What is it? he cried.
She saw nothing. Rick said he noticed a red globe-like sphere above his head. She flew like a bullet over him across the room to the window. Sophie explained that Rick is a real skeptic and does not believe in the supernatural. Afterwards, the two of them heard eerie sounds similar to hiss. They turned on the light and went downstairs, feeling intense fear and discomfort. They saw no mess, but decided to get up and spend the night in the living room.
The next day they left for work, but did not forget the events of the previous night and discussed it over dinner. Then they started watching TV, but everything that happened then in the bedroom was repeated with the same sequence. This time, Rick, like Sophie, felt icy cold.
For the next two weeks, they heard screeching every night from the basement where Rick was starting a makeover. He was so terrified that he never returned to the basement to continue his work.
As a result, both fell into despair.
“I guess,” Rick suggested, “we need to call the priest. Or someone who can communicate with the dead. To the medium. Isn't that what they call them?
I realized that I needed to help these people, and asked Sophie if she would like me to come and see what can be done. She gave her consent without hesitation.
The next evening I arrived at a pretty two-apartment building in Churchtown. I knocked on the door and a 35-year-old woman who introduced herself was Sophie. She led me down the hall to the room where Rick was waiting. I could understand that the two of them were very worried about what was happening in their house.
After a short conversation, I opened up to the vibrations of the whole house. I knew there was no point in concentrating on the bedroom, I had to go to Rick's place of work. That was the root of the problem. As we walked down the stairs to the basement, I felt an increase in negative energy. I stepped into the room and immediately felt a smell, an incomprehensible stench that saturates the air. I swayed, feeling a blow on both shoulders. Sophie, who was standing on the bottom step with Rick, screamed in fright.
Then she turned around and ran upstairs. Rick and I were left alone.
“Be with me, Rick,” I said. - Sam and I will figure it out!
I quickly asked Sam what kind of creature we were dealing with. He reported that when Rick began doing the reconstruction, he disturbed a very agitated spirit. And while Sam was talking to me, the image of a man slowly appeared before my eyes. He was stocky, about 170 cm tall. He wore dark-rimmed glasses, and his head was bald. He looked about 50 years old.
I got the feeling that he came from the not very distant past, somewhere from the Second World War. I tried to get in touch with him, but he did not want to talk to me. Sam confirmed that this is the ghost of the person causing problems in the house.
I turned to Rick and said that he had better go upstairs with Sophie, as I want to experience things that do not require his presence. Rick got up, relieved. I asked Sam if he could convince the spirit of the man to talk to me so I could help him. After a few minutes, I spoke to him directly.
- Can you talk to me? I asked calmly.
- What do you want? the spirit asked sharply.
- Who you are? What are you doing here? - I asked a question.
- So many questions! What are you doing in my house?
The ghost's response showed that he did not understand that he had passed into the other world.
- What is your name? I asked.
“Ernie,” he replied.
I carefully asked him a few more questions, but the spirit became less and less consistent in its answers. I quickly got the impression that he was a pushy person in life and was definitely getting even more pushy now!
- Is it war now? I asked him.
- You are a stupid, stupid person! Naturally! Can't you hear the explosions? he replied. Then he continued: - I'm fed up with all this. Where is Millie? I can't find her anywhere. She was in trouble the last time I saw her.
I asked who Millie was.
- Shut up! She is my wife! Everyone knows this.
I asked Ernie what he was doing before he saw me and Rick. After a pause, he said that he had a fever, and Millie left to get medicine for him. Waiting for her return, he lay on the bed they had made in the basement of the house. He and Millie spend a lot of time here because of the bombing. Although Southport was not badly damaged by the bombing during World War II, the couple were clearly very careful and spent their days in a safe basement more often than in the rest of the house. Ernie said he felt pain in his chest, and then everything went dark.
I sighed. I understood that I needed to explain to him that he no longer belongs to the material world. He apparently died of a heart attack and entered the spirit world the day Millie left to buy medicine for him. I did my best, but Ernie looked at me with disbelief.
- You say I'm dead! How can I be? You can see me and I can see you! You can hear me and I can hear you!
I explained to Ernie that I am a qualified medium, and mediums can see and hear people from the other world. It took more time to convince him. He eventually relented and agreed to leave. Now he understood why strangers invaded his house!
“You know, they're not the first,” he said, looking at me.
It was strange to him why all his things disappeared somewhere. As a result, he decided to hide in a basement in a small room that only he knew about.
“I thought how I would get there, because there is no door,” he wondered. - I just thought about it, and here I am.
At that moment, I heard a sound behind me. I looked around and saw a light and beautiful image of the lady's spirit. She held out her hand to Ernie.
“Come with me, Ernie,” she said quietly. - Millie is waiting for you.
I watched Ernie and the lady's spirit disappear into thin air. Ernie's ghost will no longer lead an endless search for his wife. I knew Sophie and Rick would be happy in this house without the negative energy of Ernie's ghost. I struggled up the stairs to where Sophie and Rick were waiting for me.
- All! - I told them.
I told them about poor old man Ernie and his delusion. They felt sorry for him, but they were glad that he was finally able to find peace in heaven. As he walked me to the door, Rick asked me a question:
- Derek, I am tormented by the question: who is Sam?
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