Meeting Place of the Dead. Richard Palmisano

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      Walking into the northwest room, where Victoria had felt the “nervous feeling,” Joanna was quick to report experiencing a shiver. “I am getting constant shivers here. I think he spends a lot of his time in this room.” Joanna leaned against the west wall, facing the front window. “I think he would watch out the window so that he could see out, but not be seen. He thinks people can still see him. I think he did this with his wife as well, to monitor her. I am not getting a name though.”

      Marilyn moved to the northwest room and stood in the doorway. She gasped involuntarily, but said nothing.

      Joanna looked at Marilyn and exhaled loudly. “I think it’s just his energy all around us.”

      “Oppressive?” Peter asked.

      “Not necessarily. I am surprised. I assumed it would have been, yet it’s not. I almost feel like he lost his aggression when he lost his wife. Or maybe just because so much time has passed. He just couldn’t control anybody now. But he still likes to think that he is in control, so that is why I said if he wanted the people here out, they would definitely be gone.”

      “Do you think he likes our company?” Peter asked.

      “No, no. He’s curious only, but he doesn’t like what I am saying. It is, quite frankly, pissing him off,” Joanna said.

      “Is he speaking to you?”

      “I’m feeling like he is, um … a little more combative because he could only beat up his wife.… Not so strong anymore … Oh, he didn’t like that.”

      Peter moved past the northwest room as Marilyn stepped out and reported that she felt it was claustrophobic.

      [The voice of a male is recorded on Peter’s digital recorder: “They had me.”]

      “I don’t fear him though, because I don’t think it’s anything we can’t handle,” Joanna stated.

      [Three quick bursts of static are captured on Peter’s digital voice recorder.]

      “He was able to antagonize and abuse his wife, but that doesn’t mean he’s capable of doing that to [just] anyone — you know what I mean? They [the spirits] think they’re strong in their own mind.” [Another burst of static.] “Really they are cowards!”

      “That is awful,” Marilyn interjected.

      “The wife was so abused,” Joanna stated.

      [The digital recorder captures a gravely sounding male voice grunting and saying: “Aw.”]

      [Victoria’s digital recorder captures the sound of a clock ticking eight times, though there is no clock in the house.]

      “She was a frail thing,” Joanna said, looking around.

      “No name yet?” Peter asked.

      “Well, it’s like Elizabetha, or something like that popped into my head. European … Eastern European,” Joanna stated.

      “Right. Ukrainian?” Marilyn asked.

      “Something like that.”

      Victoria reported from the northwest room that she felt pressure in her head.

      Marilyn caught something moving out of the corner of her eye, like a flash of light passing over our heads.

      [Whispering is caught on Victoria’s recorder and then two more ticking sounds.]

      Paul was standing in the living room and reported feeling tingling on his left side. I scanned the area with my gauss meter and detected a reading of .3 to .4 milligauss. The reading came and went however close to the ceiling. I detected a reading of 1.1 milligauss, which was attributed to a hidden electrical line. However, when Paul moved away from the area the readings went to zero, except at the ceiling.

      [Peter’s digital recorder captures the sound of a woman moaning.]

      The team headed upstairs.

      [A male voice says something unintelligible that is recorded on the main-floor surveillance camera as we climb the stairs.]

      Most of the team moved into the large rear bedroom, trying to stay out of the way of the surveillance camera. Marilyn stopped at the top of the stairs and hung back in the large open area with Joanna.

      “Hmm. Okay, this is his secondary area where he spends time. This used to be the master bedroom,” Joanna said, looking around. “I feel they were here for quite a few years on this property. That is why he claims ownership over it. He might have built this place. It’s his land, you know, and land is important.”

      Peter moved closer to Joanna. “By length of time what do you mean?”

      “Until the day he died.”

      “But how long ago? When you say for quite a long time, a hundred years, or …?”

      “Perhaps sixty.… Oh, no, no.”

      “Within a hundred years?”

      “Yeah, no. Umm….” She paused. “See I’m not getting … I got her in the ’40s, I didn’t get her before that, even though the property might have been around, he came in. I feel like, in the 1940s and stayed until about the ’60s or ’70s. So I don’t know. He claims the property as his, though. Even though the house might have been here for a hundred years, unless he did enough renovations to it and enough changes to the property, he feels that it was nothing before him. You know what I mean?” Joanna said. “I also feel he is a very unsettled personality; he could never rest, always uptight, concerned about every little stupid thing that he couldn’t control.” Joanna looked out the window. “I doubt that he was very social with his neighbours. It is hot in this room.”

      Marilyn moved into the master bedroom and walked toward the bathroom. Peter joined her.

      [There is a long breathy whisper on Victoria’s recorder.]

      Peter and Marilyn entered the bathroom.

      [Male voice EVP: “Get out.”]

      I set up the Spirit Box, which is a device designed to scan through radio signals at a 100-millisecond sweep. This particular time the unit was set to FM frequencies with a reverse sweep. The idea is that as the unit sweeps through these frequencies at such a fast rate, it produces white noise that allows us to capture spirit energy communicating.

      Paul started working on setting the lights on the upper floor to optimize the camera view. “That will cut any glare.”

      Peter suggested some lighting options. [His digital recorder captures a female voice saying quickly, “That’s a spike.”]

      Joanna walked into the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain open. Inspecting the tub, she said, “He would violently rape his own wife.”

      “In this area?” Peter asked, moving in beside her.

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