User Story: Still Here
I have a tendency to freak myself out a lot. I have an “over active imagination,” and ADHD. So it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to download Ghost Radar Classic last night. But I did, and I used it this morning. The whole reason I downloaded the app was because over the summer, my dad’s friend and roommates died one of them in this house, and a few months later her boyfriend crashed his bike and died. We cleaned out their storage unit yesterday and brought home tools, locks, and a grandfather clock.
I have a “gift” if you will that runs in my mother’s side of the family. I can feel other people’s pain, mental or physical, I can feel their moods, and I can feel entities. Before we brought home the clock, my dad’s girlfriend kept feeling someone standing behind her at night, and that was about it aside from a few bumps and knocks, and an overall creepy feeling of the house. But yesterday, I started seeing shadows while I was home alone, and eventually faces popping out from under the couches my dad and his girlfriend were moving into the house. At the same time that I started to see the faces, I was supposed to put our dog Kira into her kennel. The couches were right by the kennel. I had to drag a seventy-pound Kira over to the area, which was not easy. Kira is still a puppy, so I expect her to nibble while we play. She bit me while I was putting her into the kennel, and almost drew blood, which is unusual since we teach her not to bite, and she’s a sweet, docile dog anyway. I heard footsteps in my bedroom later that night, and not much has gone on this morning. I ran Ghost Radar earlier, on low sensitivity so I wouldn’t have much interference from entities. Two red dots appeared in the low left corner, faded to yellow, and disappeared for a second. Then, again, two red dots spaced perfectly and evenly around me, right where the head and foot of my bed would be on the radar. I waited, because I don’t like tampering with spirits or talking to them unless I’m asking them to leave or stop what they’re doing. Nothing happened, so I started to get up to grab my clothes, and I heard my name come from my tablet. Thinking, “okay, I’ll just hang out here,” I sat back down where I was. The next word was “Houston.” And then there was a mention of a blue house, which was where dad and I were when his roommate died- House of Blues in Houston. I waited a bit more, kind of figuring out what was going on in my bedroom, when the tablet said “NEEDED.” Had I been at home when dad played with his band in Houston, his roommate Angie would’ve been my babysitter, and I could’ve helped her get to a hospital. She needed me, and maybe she and her boyfriend still need someone to help them.
—Jesse from Wellington, Colorado