I promised a
more light-hearted blog this week, and Aunt Belle's visit gave me the
opportunity to keep that pledge, since my paranormal residents also enjoy her
visits. They seem to know whenever she's scheduled to show up. It's too
important to forget, so I don't always write it on my calendar. I assume they
listen in on our phone conversations to get their information. There are often strange
noises during our long-distance chats, sounds we never hear when talking to
anyone else. At least two or three times in each conversation, one of us will
say, "Did you hear that?" Yep, we both did.
Therefore, no
matter how quiet it has been, a few days before she arrives, things start to
liven up paranormal-wise here at the house. The first thing this week was when
I walked into the Molly-Belle Suite bathroom to check things out and make sure
it had towels and everything else Aunt Belle needed for her stay. We named the
guest bedroom and bath the Molly-Belle Suite, and no other room in my home has
a name. We christened this one in honor of Aunt Belle and Miss Molly, my cat
who appears in the Dead Man Mysteries. We both adore the cat and the mysteries.
Just inside the bathroom
door, I halted. I'd been hearing a noise but couldn't track it down. I'd found
it. The commode had just finished filling up and as I stood there, it shut off!
No one had flushed it … no one living. I put my hands on my hips and had a talk
with Teddy, the bathroom ghost.
"They just
raised our water rates, Teddy. So keep your darn hands off the commode."
He didn't. The
next day, I went in and the commode was running as though trying to fill up
again. I called hub in. He lifted the lid and found that little chain thingie
caught beneath that little rubber thingie. Well, someone had to flush it to
make that happen. I had another talk with Teddy, this time with threats, and it
hasn't happened again … so far.
Aunt Belle
arrived, and we went to a birthday party for one of her grandkids. Then we came
home to homemade soup and put in a dvd. Hub joined us, and we also
"invited" our new toy, a Raggedy Ann trigger object I'd ordered from
the Ghost Hunter Store. The doll has an embedded KII meter, and if paranormal
energy gets close enough, the hands and/or face will light up.
Raggedy Ann sat
quietly, never blipping all during the movie. After it was over, hub headed off
to bed. I was sitting on the couch, our Dobie, Bonnie, curled up beside me. The
darn couch started vibrating, just like Bonnie was itching a flea.
"Quit it,
Bonnie," I said. "Lie still."
Aunt Belle
glanced over at the dog. "She's not moving."
"Huh? Well,
the darn couch is!" I got up, sat back down. It kept vibrating. Aunt Belle
started laughing at me.
"You think
it's so funny, you come over here and sit," I demanded.
She did, and
after a few seconds, shook her head. "You're imagining things. It's
not—" Her eyes got wide. "Yes, it's moving! It feels like something's
trapped under it, trying to get out."
I turned to check
behind the couch, and a dark gray shadow raced off toward my office door. It
was about a foot or so tall and looked like a big fat house cat, but you could
see through it. I gasped and told Aunt Belle about it. But the couch was still
vibrating!
We checked and
couldn’t find anything under that couch. Bonnie stayed curled up, not moving. I
went to get hub, and he sat down.
"Nothing,"
he said. "I don't feel a thing." He wandered off back to bed.
I sat. The couch
vibrated!
"Put
Raggedy Ann over there," Aunt Belle said.
I propped the
doll against the couch arm, and we watched her closely while I sat there on the
vibrating couch. Every once in a while, the light in her chest would brighten,
but just for a split second. Finally, she grew quiet, and so did the couch.
Aunt Belle and I
gazed at each other with a laugh and that look we share: Another one of those things that happen to us when we're together.
We had a trip planned
the next night to try out Raggedy Ann some more. That night turned out to be cold!
Still, we were determined to go. We dressed warm to take "Annie" out
to Dry Creek Cemetery, only Aunt Belle, me, and hub to drive us. We got a late
start, and it was well after dark when we arrived. We had to use our
flashlights in order not to stumble over low-lying stones, since the moon was just
beginning to wane and there were clouds. We took a blanket to set the doll on,
and laid the flashlight I use to communicate with ghosts and spirits beside
her. Hub set up the video camera on the tripod. It was turned to night vision,
so we could film Annie and the flashlight without any problem.
The flashlight
lit up periodically as we chatted with some of the regulars at this cemetery:
Billy the Cowboy, Mr. Jim, Walter, Isabella, and someone new, Esther. But that
doll just sat there, the only light showing the one in her chest, which
indicated she was turned on. We begged and pleaded with those gathered around
to light her up, but they would not. Even when Rebecca, the little girl out
there, came by from the spirit world, she wouldn't move close enough to Annie
to light even one hand. After about half an hour in that cold, we finally gave
up, took the camera down and picked up the doll and flashlight. Just as we
started back across the cemetery, a car pulled in behind ours.
Outside the
gate, we met five very nice young teenage guys who were extremely polite and
interested in our ghost hunting. When they found out our names, one said,
"Don't you have a video on YouTube about this cemetery?"
"Yes, we
do," I replied.
"We've
watched it," he said. "It's cool."
And suddenly,
Raggedy Ann decided to flirt! Her lights lit up and lit up and lit up. The guys
were fascinated with her.
"Well,"
Aunt Belle said. "Annie didn't want to cooperate with us old fogeys, but
she sure likes you kids!"
We set the
camera back up and filmed a bit of this, and it's some of the most fun stuff
we've gotten. Hopefully, I can get a couple of my SRT members to edit it so we
can post it different places.
We chatted for a
while with these nice kids. All except one had been to this cemetery a few
times previously, and their attitudes indicated a respect for the paranormal.
We told them a few things they didn't know, and Aunt Belle took them out to
show them where the portal is. I wandered off with Raggedy Ann by myself, over
beneath Billy's tree, but the doll wouldn't light up at all. So I walked toward
the group around Aunt Belle.
When I got
there, I frowned and looked down at Raggedy Ann. "Someone turned her
off!" I said. "She was on when I walked out from under that
tree."
"I
know," one of the guys said. "I was watching you walk over here. She
was on, then her light went off."
"Huh,"
I said. "I sure didn't turn her off."
I flipped her
switch back on, and around the guys again, she glowed and glowed and glowed.
Flirty doll. J
The teenagers
shared our White Light ceremony and left just ahead of us. Then we had to deal
with another one of "those incidents." We'd forgotten to take Billy a
cigarette, and though we apologized and promised him two the next trip, maybe
he was a bit disgruntled. Even though we'd done the White Light, we had a
problem.
"The kids
forgot to shut the gate," hub said. "Can you get out and close
it?"
"Sure,"
I said. I tried the car door, but it was locked. It was dark inside the car, so
I couldn't find the button on my side to disengage the lock. "Unlock the
door for me," I told hub.
He hit the
control panel button on his side. It didn't even click. He tried again. Nada.
We were locked in the car! Hub pressed the key chain unlock button, the one you
have to hit twice to open the door. Nada. The doors remained locked.
We were sort of
giggling and enjoying it. We kept promising Billy his two cigarettes, but Aunt
Belle said, "He wants matches, too."
"He knows I
won't give him matches," I said with a laugh.
After several
tries on that key ring button, we finally heard the double click of the locks disengaging.
Shaking my head, I got out and closed the gate. "Everyone stay here, and
we'll come back and see you again," I repeated, although I'd said that
during the White Light. "And quit the tricks, Billy, or you won't even get
one cigarette next time."
Nobody answered
me. But the cemetery was pretty with that nearly full moon shining down, so I
enjoyed a few moments of the scene before I returned to the car.
It's wonderful
to see some considerate young teens showing a respectful interest in the
paranormal. I hope there are lots more of these type kids coming after us.
~~~
On the writing
end, I have three stories just about ready for the new Volume V of my diaries. Still at least three more stories
need written up, and then a couple other tidbits for the end.
I also dropped
the price of Dead Man Talking on Amazon to $.99. I'd like to do that on the
other sites, but it will have to wait 90 days. Amazon demands an exclusive in
order to take advantage of some of their promotion tools and get the book
noticed a bit more out there. Soon, though. Time passes quickly.
Some trees are
leafing out and flowers blooming here in our end of Texas. I can't wait for the
azaleas and bluebonnets. In the meantime, the rest of y'all living in those
cold place stay warm.
Boo!
T. M
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