Be Careful What You Ask ForThis year's book is barely a few weeks old, my busy lecture season is just getting into full swing, and already I have a new investigation worth writing about. This is actually a case Mike told about over a year ago and I had been anxiously awaiting a chance to personally investigate it. For better or for worse, this turned out to be a perfect example of being careful what you ask for...
This case involves one of the most common catalysts for a haunting--a suicide. This one was particularly tragic, as it was a man who by all accounts was a wonderful husband, father and friend, but had been cruelly suffering from a brain tumor and ended it all by shooting himself. There does come a point where life is just not worth living.
When a new family moved into this house several years ago, the children did not know anything about the suicide, so when the 4-year old boy started talking about seeing a man with a gun, and
even knew the man's name, his parent's knew this was not a coincidence.
When Bob, Mike and I arrived one Friday night, we set up equipment throughout the house and quietly waited. There were one or two odd sounds, but nothing definitive. Towards the end of the evening, Mike and I went upstairs to the spot of the suicide, and I got the bright idea to sit on the exact spot and see if I could connect.
Well, not much happened for a few minutes, then I felt cold air swirling around me. Next, in my head I kept hearing the tune of an old religious hymn, to which I only knew the first line. It kept repeating, and I felt that this was an attempt to communicate some message. Then the psychic dam burst and I was flooded with heart-wrenching emotions. I compleltly broke down as I felt the suffering, remorse and guilt of a man who believed what he was about to do was terribly wrong, but also knowing that he couldn't stand it anymore and had to pull that trigger...
Let me tell you, this was one of the most traumatic moments of my life, and it wasn't even
my life! The awful feelings passed as suddenly as they came, but I sat there in a daze for several minutes. Both Bob and Mike urged me to get off of that spot and get downstairs, and I agreed, but I could hardly move. Mike helped me to my feet, and I held on to Bob as I went down the stairs. When we got to the first floor by the front door, I thought I was okay and I let go of Bob. The next thing I knew everything seemed to spin and get fuzzy and I hit the floor.
As if there wasn't enough going on, just a moment before I went down Mike saw a dark figure looking through the glass of the front door. It was there for a second or two, then turned away and disappeared. This was not the first time a dark figure has been seen on the property, and it added an ominous note to an already very stressful situation.
This is definitely not the end of this story, there are too many unresolved issues. We will be back. It's a week later and I'm feeling okay now, but I know the memory of those feelings will never leave me.