Tommy's Journey: June 30, 2010
I hope I am submitting my story correctly. I’ve had several encounters with ghost radar that I consider nothing less than incredible. I often pass by the house (from an earlier story) where the radar stated the proper name of the convicted killer. Since then, the flux always shows an increase in activity near the house, although no words have been spoken. Also, I told of a historical land marker on the same highway by which the radar consistently lit up with yellows and reds. I probably had this experience 15 times, at least. Strangely, the activity in this area abruptly stopped. I was surprised at first, but the energy which was present there, always giving me a reading, disappeared. To me, that seemed as strange as when I always got a reading.
I don’t how exclusive ghost radar is to the following story, but it certainly has a role. This is one of those “ah, he’s just a little cracked” type stories, and perhaps I am if believing in my own experience, however strange, makes me cracked.
My brother bought a new home last June. While house hunting, I fell in love with tis particular house. Not wanting to persuade my brother either way, I kept my liking to myself. The house had a warmth unlike any other that we visited.
How deceitful that was! After a few months, I felt consumed by a presence (a frequently used word, but that’s as close as I can get). This sensation only occurred when my brother was away from the house. Or, if he went into another room and shut the door, (disconnected from the rest of the house.).
It took about four times of dealing with tis experience to notice the pattern. The best way I can attempt to describe the sensation is it was like a drug-induced state of mine
After months without telling my brother, knowing he was comfortable there, he brought up two disturbing encounters. First, he claimed that a very distinct cold force would rush past him once, then again. It was very confined, unlike a breeze. Then, he claimed that he heard a violent dismembered voice shriek his name, and he said it sounded just like our dad (who is still alive).
Okay, I’m feeling a little odd already because I don’t go around telling this story to anyone! But here’s for the rest.
We agreed that whatever was present originated in the guest bedroom portion of his house (a dark hallway, a bedroom,and a bathroom.)
I brought the radar in to see what came up with my brothers consent. Bravely, I sat on the bed,radar in hand, in the dead of night in the guest room. No noteworthy words were spoken, but I had never seen so many red and yellow readings at once. They would appear , scoot slightly on the screen, then vanish beforevanother six or seven would appear. The activity appeared to be highly concentrated near the window of the bedroom. More blips than words. So, our individual experiences conjoined with an amazing return of images on the radar all convinced us that something was definitely wrong there.
Since that evening, I’ve taken my radar in the house twice, and discovered that whatever resides there feels invasive whenever I use the radar. That strange experience, which would happen without the radar, seemed to be more active, more vivid whenever I had the radar on. Thus, I stopped using it there for the sake of obviously keeping things calm. It was as if I was being invasive in some way by using the radar there.
My friends/family, all of who know I’m s pragmatic type, have come to believe what I’m saying is true. The greatest frustration is in trying to describe the experience. So, just for assurance, I leave the radar off when visiting.
On the other hand, I’ve taken ghost radar many places, had amazing even breath taking experiences (which weren’t necessarily fearful), and ive noticed one thing after using the radar consistently: the more you use it, the more accurate it becomes. It’s like it gets to know you or something (not in an eerie way). The words become more relevant and applicable to your life.
Normally I would listen to tales such as mine for a good hair-raising story, then write it off as a nonsense tale given by a nonsense person. But, friends (few and close) and family have tried to assist me in dealing with strange happenings in that house. The fact that ghost radar confirmed high levels of activity and seemed to aggravate whatever is there is strangely even further proof of it’s authenticity.
I’ve never had a weird feeling with the radar in any other way. As I always say at the end of my stories, I’ve never felt threatened or unsafe in any way whatsoever with the device. I believe 100 percent in it’s ability to safely show me what is there and to let it communicate with me. Strange, I know, but that’s my story….