Monday, April 29, 2013

Investigation: Residence in Beavercreek, Ohio 4.28.13

 
 
Investigation:
Residence in Beavercreek, Ohio
 
Date: 4.28.13
 
VOLP Investigators Attending:
Victor, Shelly, Johnathan, Ericka
 
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Victory of Light Paranormal had recently been contacted by a woman who was experiencing more than her fair share of paranormal phenomena, who was in need of our assistance in dealing with the spirits in her home.
 
A couple of weeks ago, we had attempted to get to her home for a walk-through, but because of bad weather, we couldn't make the drive up at the sake of our own safety. Garry, one of VOLP's valued members, lived close to her, so her went on his own and did a Medium walk-through of her home for her. Interestingly enough, the homeowner is also very Sensitive, and has clairvoyant (able to see spirit) & clairaudient (able to hear spirit) abilities of her own.
 
Here is the post Garry made on facebook following his walk-through of her home:
 
"Victory of Light Paranormal had a walk through of a new home that one of my clients had purchased. She is a sensitive and was feeling some uneasiness so she asked us to check it out. Myself and 2 others were on our way. A bad storm coming from the south and a traffic jam caused the other two team members to decide to go back home as it just wasn't safe to drive any further into the storm. So I being north trudged on. 

   When I get there the home owner had some friends there who wanted readings. Well as it turns out the home did have a former owner there in spirit a very nice man we talked and worked out a living arrangement for them. As it turns out I feel like the main reason for the investigation was to help one of the owner's friends there that night to connect to her recently deceased brother. He had several messages for her to let her know he was OK and had a journey to make . I think I was able to help them both to understand a little more about what they were experiencing.

  God was definitely good to all of us last night ,there was some healing ,comfort and closure 3 things I always pray for before an investigation or client readings. God makes the path and sometimes we just have to trudge along and in the end the plan is revealed. As I always say there is no coincidences in life, a group reading was what was in the plan last night not the investigation..who knew?? lol"
 
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So last night we brought a new group to her home, including myself (Shelly), Victor, Johnathan, & Ericka.
 
Johnathan and myself got there a little earlier than Victor and Ericka, so the homeowner graciously showed us around the property, so I could pick up any impressions I might be able to get along the way.
 
The living room I didn't feel much in, to be honest. I felt as if maybe the people who lived here might get the sense from time to time that someone was either walking past the living room to get to the basement, standing behind them in the hallway near the bedrooms and bathroom, or walking through the kitchen/dining room. I felt the living room itself to be relatively 'quiet,' but did get that strong sense of other things going on around them while they were in that room.
 
In the master bedroom I felt a completely different energy. I felt as if this were kind of the 'activity hub' of the home. I felt as if there were a lot of intelligent (meaning non-residual) activity occurring in this room. I wasn't sure what it was yet, but I had a feeling I'd know soon.
 
The second bedroom on the first floor was our next stop during our walk-through with the homeowner. This room felt 'empty' to me. I felt as if not a whole lot of time was spent in this room for some reason. It lacked that 'warm' feeling you get from other rooms in a home. I felt as if this room were avoided, and held seemingly stagnant energy.
 
Next, we ventured into the kitchen. Immediately I was drawn to the window above the kitchen sink. As I looked out the window, I got the strong impression that someone would be standing here doing dishes, and feel a very strong sensation of someone walking right past them but when they'd turn around to look, nothing would be there. I relayed this to the homeowner, and her reply was, "Yes. More times than I can count. It happens all the time." I tried to connect with this energy to get a sense of who or what it was walking behind them as they stood at the sink, and I felt two very distinct energies; one of an older female, and one of a small boy.
 
 We made our way upstairs to the second floor, which had an 'attic' feel, but was made into a long bedroom/space for the homeowner's older son.  This space felt like a 'safe space' to me. I felt as if her son, who stayed up here, was being protected by a spirit who stayed up here in this room. A spirit who meant no harm whatsoever, and was there specifically to watch over and to protect her son.
 
We then walked downstairs into the basement. I knew this is where the very dominant spirit was residing. I felt 'him' as soon as I got about halfway down the stairs. I had not been informed of any occurrences from the homeowner at this point (the mediums and sensitives in our group are purposefully always kept in the dark prior to investigations so our findings won't be influenced.) I rounded the stairs, and found my way back to an area where I just knew this man was hiding out. The moment I rounded the corner, I saw him.

It was just a quick 'glimpse' - which is what I refer what I see in my mind's eye when I see spirit. This one ranks as my second clearest 'glimpse' I've had to date of a spirit. His image came through to me so clearly if I had any artistic talent whatsoever, I'm positive I could draw him.
 
I saw a gruff-looking man taking a step or two from the back corner, wiping his hands on a rag, and kind of scoffing at me as if to say he was not happy with my being there, and definitely not happy with the fact that I've 'seen' him. He wasn't a 'bad' man, by any means, but I immediately felt a flood of emotions from him. I felt anger first and most predominantly. This man was definitely known for his temper, and seemed to anger quickly. I also felt as if something just 'wasn't right' with him. The way I say him standing, and the steps he took, he was obviously injured in some way. He walked as if his back was injured, and I felt he may have had an injury to the side of his face/head. I felt this injury is what caused the mental & emotional issues this man suffered from, I just wasn't sure yet how they were connected. I felt he was very, very depressed, lonely, and felt a strong sense of isolation. He was definitely quick to anger, and very easily frustrated. He wasn't known as a nice man, I was sure of that, but I felt as if this man was hurting inside just as badly as he was hurting outside.
 
Physically speaking, he was approximately 5'11," slender build, with brown wavy, "70's" style hair, and a gruff face - meaning he had a pretty significant amount of stubble on his face. It wasn't quite a beard, but he definitely looked like he didn't shave on a regular basis. I felt he was a heavy drinker, but I felt this was to self-medicate because of his physical and emotional wounds.
 
I felt a tie to war. I thought maybe this man was in a war of some sort, which would explain the physical injuries. I then thought "PTSD" - this is why this man was self-medicating. Post-traumatic stress disorder from the war he fought in. I wasn't totally sure about the war thing yet; this man didn't present himself to me in a uniform, so I didn't want to feel like I was grasping at straws before I jumped to this conclusion.
 
Victor pulled up, and he joined us to begin his own walk-through of the home. Since we were in the basement when he showed up, we began there.
 
 
Victor almost immediately picked up on this same man that I had been connecting with.
He almost immediately also picked up on the war connection, and when he looked at me and said, "Do you feel like he might have been suffering from PTSD or something?" I nearly dropped to the floor. Lol. Of course I confirmed, and we continued on, trying to connect with this man.
 
Victor also picked up on this man being angry, very easily frustrated, and not a fan of 'noise' in general. He was irritable, stubborn, and in physical and emotional pain constantly. Victor also then began to describe his physical ailments just as I had seen them; a facial/head injury, and a possible back/hip injury that caused a slight limp as he walked. He picked up on him being in a war, and as Victor said this out loud I heard "Vietnam" in my mind. Victor said he was unsure if it was WW2 or Vietnam, to which I replied saying I heard "Vietnam," so we both decided this man had fought in Vietnam. We concluded this man had suffered injuries while over there, and came home with these injuries along with a strong case of PTSD. I then very clearly heard, "This is why I am the way I am."
 
At that moment I was overcome with sadness. I was immediately brought to tears, feeling what this man felt. It was an incredibly intense experience. I spoke to him in my head, and told him I was so, so sorry for what he went through. No one deserves to go to war; to see the things they see, do the things they do, and be made to suffer for the rest of their lives because of it. I was genuinely sorry for this man, my sympathy extending far beyond superficial.
 
Victor headed upstairs, and I followed. Johnathan and the homeowner were up on the second floor at the time. We went into the master bedroom, where Victor says he felt this man's presence very strongly. He felt as if this man spent a lot of time here in this room trying to connect with the homeowner and her husband regularly. He felt as if this man would lay in bed with them; not in a creepy way (although let's face it, it's creepy no matter how you look at it, really), but moreso for her to feel him.
 
The homeowner joined us and started telling us about her experiences with this male presence. Most recently, she was in the basement doing laundry and the man told her he didn't like her dogs. Victor said he felt it was the noise they made that he didn't like.
Victor asked if she had seen shadows in her bedroom at night, and she said yes, so much so that she bought black out curtains to help her sleep at night. He asked if she had trouble sleeping at night, and she also confirmed, stating she was on various sleep-aid medications just to help her sleep at night because otherwise she wouldn't sleep at all. Her husband was also suffering from some physical ailments, which she believed to possibly be in relation to this male spirit who wouldn't leave them alone at night as they tried to sleep.
 
Victor confirmed, and agreed this man did spend a great deal of time trying to get their attention at night while they lay in their bed trying to sleep.
 
Victor sat on the edge of the bed, facing the homeowner and I, and he said, "It's funny, I felt like this man wanted me to sit here on the bed so he could kind of hide behind me.." So I snapped a picture.
 
 
Victor explained that he felt this man was very aware of the homeowner & her husband's presences, and was actually quite attached to both of them. This man was looking for help from the homeowner because she was Sensitive, and could hear him.
 
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We then took Victor into the second bedroom on that floor; the one I described as feeling 'empty.' Victor immediately felt the same (without me having said something to him), and said he felt this man, whom we'll refer to as the Veteran from this point forward, had actually died in this room. He went on to say that he was very well-taken care of during his life; he was surrounded by family that cared very deeply for him. This man was very lucky in that sense. He said he felt that the woman presence (the one I had sensed while standing in the kitchen) was possibly his wife (I felt mother), and she was there to watch over him. The woman was a very kind, loving presence, and would stay there as long as the man stayed there. She felt it was her responsibility.
 
The Veteran also felt a tremendous amount of guilt for some reason. Victor picked up on this a couple of times throughout the evening. He said he did see a car crash of some sort, which we originally thought to be connected to the homeowner's son, who had been hit by a truck when he was just 16, but later dismissed because Victor felt the car crash he saw involved two cars; not a pedestrian and a truck. As he described this, again I felt the word "alcoholism" and I relayed out loud to them that I fel this could be connected. This man may have been drinking and driving, and caused a wreck which he held on to severe guilt for, even in death.
 
Victor then sensed the energy of a little boy, about 4 feet tall, bouncing a ball. I felt him too, and I felt as if this was the little boy I felt while in the kitchen earlier as well. I felt him more as a residual energy, whereas Victor felt him as an intelligent energy. Victor and I were talking later in the evening about this boy and felt that 'exuberant' was the perfect word to describe this little boys energy. He was very happy, very energetic, and loved this family dearly. He was attached to the family, not the home. When I tried to hone in on an age, I couldn't really get one, felt possibly 9-10 years old, but felt that he would have been this age in the 1950's. I don't know why the "50's" popped into my head, but it did, and I told Victor. He said that could very well be correct, because he saw the little boy playing football, and although our knowledge of sports is pretty horrid, we do know that back in the 50's the uniforms would have been much different, and Victor feels as if what he saw would fit that time frame.
 
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We then made our way to the second floor bedroom and met up with Johnathan, who was up there conducting an EVP session alone. We began to tell him about the spirits we had connected with, and when we mentioned 'the man,' John immediately asked, "Do you feel a military connection?" We, of course, did - and told him about the Veteran, and what we had picked up on him. John confirmed he also felt PTSD from this man. Johnathan is ex-military as well, so we felt he was able to connect with this man because of their common ground.
 
We also picked up on an older gentleman in the second floor bedroom. The guardian. Protector. Victor starts describing him, and says, "You know the guy on the Quaker Oats package?? I know this sounds ridiculous, but that's who I am seeing..." So I got out my phone and google searched the image. Fast-forwarding a bit here, but later in the evening we ended up being shown a few photos of the homeowners deceased father, and the results were uncanny.
 
 
We were positive this was the man watching over her son upstairs. We also found out later that her father had suffered horrific injuries as a child, just as her son had from his car accident. We felt as if this is where the connection was made. This man's grandfather was lovingly and diligently watching over him as his guardian angel of sorts. (How beautiful is that? What a wonderful grandfather; such love and devotion to his grandson.)
 
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We headed downstairs again, and decided we would help to cross these souls over. They have to make this decision on their own, but we bring in Higher Level Spirits to kind of help nudge them along and show them they don't need to be here any longer. So Victor got to work bringing in this 'clean-up crew,' and you could physically feel each room getting lighter as this crew did their job to help clean up the energy in this home. They communicate with the spirits residing in the home and help them to understand it's time to leave. Once they've crossed over, the clean-up crew then gets to work cleaning up any residual energy that had been left behind by these spirits. As we moved from room to room, you could feel the energy shifting, changing, and clearing.
 
Victor and I made our way back to the basement to do a bit of clean up work down there. As he sat on the bedroom side of the basement, I ventured over to the area where I had encountered the man earlier in the evening. I sensed that the man had left, but on the side across from where I had seen the man, I sensed something else there. I felt it was concentrated in one corner, and it was completely unrelated to the man. We also felt this wasn't the woman we had encountered earlier in the night (the Veteran's mother or wife); this was an entirely new entity that we had not met up until this point.
 
I took a photo, then I walked back to join Victor. I relayed what I had felt in that other room, and Victor and I headed that way to see if he could pick up on anything. There's nothing quite like validation in the form of hearing, "You know what, Shelly? I think you're right. There is definitely something still here."
 
We felt this was a female presence, and the reason we hadn't encountered her until then was because she was hiding. She didn't want to be discovered, and she was quite upset with us that we had 'found' her. As we made our way back up the stairs and into the dining room, I felt as if she was walking behind me yelling at me, but in a very prim-and-proper fashion. She spoke with what I refer to as "snake S's".. hard for me to convey what I mean over this blog, but she spoke with very 'prissy' S's.
 
She was very agitated with us, and didn't want to leave. I saw her in a tea-length dress and white apron.
 
She did end up leaving along with the Veteran and his mother or wife. We decided the older gentleman in the second floor bedroom was a good thing, and should definitely stay. The younger boy wasn't causing any trouble, so he stayed, as well. Victor commented, "He's so stubborn, honestly he'd probably just end up finding his way back here anyway!"

**Update: This morning Victor emailed me and said, "You know Shelly after I got home I got the impression that the boy was also freed so hopefully the homeowner will not be awakened at 5 am by this boy anymore when he wants to be fed!"
 
*~*
 
Another amazing investigation!
 
VOLP would like to thank the homeowner, who has choosen to remain anonymous (hence referring to her as 'the homeowner' throughout this blog instead of by her name), and her friends for allowing us to come into her beautiful home and communicate with the spirits that inhabited it.
 
We will be reviewing audio evidence this week, so stay tuned!
 
- Shelly, VOLP
 
 
 


 

Friday, April 5, 2013

My Ghost Story...

Happy Friday, Facebook friends!
VOL is this weekend! I hope you are as excited as we are!
So as to hopefully encourage you to stop by our booth and share your own experiences with us, I’m going to share one of my personal paranormal experiences with you…

I’ve had quite a few over my lifetime, but I’ll share one that stands out in my mind, mostly because it was fairly recent.

I was living in Westminster, Massachusetts at the time with my husband and two small children. Westminster sits at the base of Mount Wachusett; a beautiful mountain with a ski resort, 200 year old cemeteries, and loads of history.

(I’ll follow this post with the story of the legend of Lucy Keyes; which is a factual story that took place on Mount Wachusett. There was even a movie made about the legend, appropriately titled, “The Legend of Lucy Keyes.” Just as a fun fact sidenote, Mt. Wachusett was also used in the movie, “Shallow Hal.”)

I was going through a pretty rough time in my life, and I was sleeping on the couch at the time. Everyone else in the house was asleep, and had been asleep for at least an hour. I laid on the couch, knees slightly bent, facing out into the living room. I closed my eyes for a second, not yet sleepy, but just trying to calm my brain enough to fall asleep, and when I opened them, there hovering in the air about 4-5 feet from me was this greenish cloud; about the size of a brain (lol, that’s what it kind of looked like, too!). If I had an ounce of artistic talent in me, which I do not, I could draw it. It had an odd shape to it; somewhat ovular, but with a ‘tail’ of sorts on the right side. It was a cloud – that’s the best way for me to put the picture in your minds. It wasn’t a ‘mist,’ as it was denser than a mist. It had shape and dimension, and I could actually see dark spots in it so as to indicate dimension. It was greenish in color, and the green varied in shade from one end of it to the other – it was about the size of a football.
So anyway, it just stayed in that same place, seemingly hovering while I stared at it trying to process somehow what it was that I was seeing in my living room. It wasn’t completely stationary; I could see it kind of floating just a little bit up, then down, etc. as it stayed almost stationary. I felt as if ‘it’ were staring back at me just as I was staring at it. Our staring contest lasted what seemed like ages, but in reality it was about 20-25 seconds. As cliché as it sounds, I blinked – and it was gone.

The funny thing was I wasn’t scared in the least. I felt comforted – the depression I had been feeling just moments before vanished. My normal mind would have kept me up all night trying to scientifically explain what it was that I had just witnessed; but instead, I rolled over and fell fast asleep. Of course in the morning I woke up and thought, “WTF?!” And spent weeks questioning if I had just imagined it, or if were, in fact, real. I can assure you it was as real as this computer I am typing this story on.
A few nights later, I was sleeping on that same couch. I woke up in the middle of the night and thought, “I’d better pull this blanket up so someone doesn’t walk out here in the middle of the night and get a full moon…” (lol). No sooner did I think that thought did I feel as if two fingers pinched and then pulled my blanket very gently over my exposed lower body. I remember somewhat registering what had just happened in that moment, but again I was overcome with that feeling of comfort; I literally smiled, said a quiet, “Thank you..” to the unseen force that helped me out, and I drifted back to sleep… and of course woke up with the same, “WTF?!” that morning. ;)

I contacted a local well-known medium that I had worked with in Massachusetts with my own paranormal group. I told her my experiences, and she actually stopped me halfway through and said, “This was your husband’s grandmother. She is around quite a lot in that home. She comes around you a lot, in particular. She whispers motherly advice in your ear when you need it most, and she softens the energy around you when you are going through a particularly rough time. She really likes you a lot, and she’s trying to make up for the stress her grandson is causing you. She knows he is stubborn, but a truly good man underneath it all.”
My ex-husbands grandmother was about 4’9” and full of spunk. I had never met her personally, as she died a few years before my time, but the stories I had heard about her were enough to make me feel like her and I would have been great friends in life. She used to come through to my best friend (who is a medium), and she would refer to her as the “spunky lady in the red dress.” (We found out later she was, in fact, buried in a maroon/wine-colored dress.)

When we had moved to Massachusetts we left nearly everything behind in Ohio, so we had to start over from scratch. His grandparents furniture was all in storage in a 200 year old barn in Massachusetts; so we had to dig it all out, clean out all the mouse droppings (serious elbow grease, let me tell ya), and make it our own. So our home was literally filled from top to bottom with their furniture. I’d often feel someone with me in the basement when I’d go through his grandmother’s old china on special occasions when I’d get it out, clean it up, and use it to make a meal for her family. I’d always talk to her out loud in the basement, and thank her for letting us use all of her old stuff.

I had lots of experiences in that house; including catching a glimpse of a Native American standing in the woods across the street from my house, and feeling him a few times after that. Our house used to sit on a lake that had since been drained and built upon. I was told that the lakes in Westminster, since they were at the base of this mountain, were considered extremely sacred to the Native’s that had lived there, and were used for hunting and fishing grounds. Again, if I had just an ounce of artistic skill in me, I could draw this man detail for detail. I could see the aged lines in his face, his feathered headdress, his leather vest, exposed chest, and his dark but gentle eyes. The feeling I got empathically from him was simply, “Now you see me, and I see you.”
The day before, we had gone hiking in the woods behind our house. I had felt a great amount of sadness as we hiked through these beautiful trees, suddenly thinking about the Natives who had occupied this land not-so-long ago. I said a prayer in my head for them, apologizing for what ‘my people’ had done to their people, and telling them I have nothing but the utmost respect for these woods and everything in them. I went on to say how much I appreciated the beauty of these woods, and how I can only imagine how beautiful they were before they had been developed upon.

That following day, I had just put my newborn son down for a nap, and I started to pick up the living room a bit. I got the feeling as if someone was staring at me from outside our second story, large living room window, so I glanced up, and immediately had that very vision of the Native American man staring at me from across the road.
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As an Empath, I do have what I call “glimpses” pretty frequently when I come into contact with energies and such, but usually those glimpses are shown via my third eye (in my mind’s eye) – whereas these experiences I'm sharing with you here were happening in a very real, physical sense. I was alone and completely unsuspecting in both situations, and I think that had a lot to do with what I was able to see.

Just last night, I woke up suddenly at about 2:30 am. I immediately felt as if someone was in the room with me, and I looked down at my dog to see if he had noticed anything as well. He slept soundly (great guard dog, let me tell ya.. haha.. not that Corgi’s are known to be amazing guard dogs, but I digress.)
I glanced over towards the TV and could see a strange blue light on the table. I recognized it as something electronic, and realized it was a tiny alarm clock that sits on my dvd player. The only way for the blue light to come on is to push the small “light” button on top of the clock, and no one was even close to the table in which this clock sat. In fact, no one had so much as touched that particular alarm clock for months; we use our cell phones as alarms.

I was unable to sleep, sensing something in the room with us as I tossed and turned. I visualized myself being surround in white light, which then spilled out into the room, into the rest of the apartment, and so on; therefore removing any lower vibrational energy from my apartment in the process. I was then able to fall asleep a little after 3 am, but of course now I’m curious as to who may have been paying me a visit so late last night, and why…

- Shelly, VOLP