Phantoms & Specters. Lisa Yorio

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СКАЧАТЬ watching TV. and playing with my dogs instead of going out. I do miss the old days but I am happy I at least got to experience a lot of things growing up.

      My father passed away on July 2013, quietly at home in his favorite chair watching television. It seems to me that this was a peaceful way to go.

      I was driving home from work when I received the news from my stepmother, Beverly. I was in shock. I knew my father had some medical problems but I didn't know how bad it was. The last time I spoke to him he seemed fine, just the usual shortness of breath. I didn't realize COPD was such a serious condition.

      At least he died quick and peaceful. My father did have a soft spot for his St. Bernard, Rocco. His dog, Rocco passed away about a year later after my Dad.

      I envision my father, Rocco, and my beloved dog, Kiki all together sharing the same cloud in heaven.

      As I grew older I realized I was a lot like my dad and we had things in common like the supernatural, and our love for animal and photography. I decided to combine the supernatural with photography when I was in my 30's. This was the beginning of my ghost hunting investigations. I started traveling a lot to haunted locations and photographing them. This is how my passion for spirit photography began.

      I remember I found some of my father's books when I was a teenager. He had books on black magic, witchcraft, possession and exorcism. He even had a copy of Anton Levy's Satanic Bible.

      I also remember my best friend Virginia and I read out loud from these books trying to conjour up demons in our art class in high school. I also experimented with the Ouija board often playing it alone. If I knew back then what I know now, I would have never done that. There have been too many negative things that are connected with these items.What I thought was harmless might actually cause spirit attachment, negative energy, and possibly a haunting. Since I had such a rough childhood, I wondered if by reading the dark arts books and playing with the Ouija board I brought negative energy and bad luck into my life at an early age. I wondered if my father did the same thing and that is why he was so unhappy and negative most of his life. When I realized the possible danger of what I was doing, I got rid of the books. My life began to steadily improve.

      It wasn't until I was in my thirties that I took a different approach to the supernatural. I was searching for ghosts and anything paranormal but I wanted to prove the existence of ghosts by capturing EVPS, EMF readings, temperature fluctuations, and photographic evidence. I also began to realize I was intuitive and I could sense the presence of a spirit when it was nearby. I started documenting my own personal experiences as they happened at the haunted locations that I visited.

      I was deeply affected by my father's death, and I still think about him often and cry. I was unable to go home to his funeral because I had my own health issues, and I couldn't fly. I live in New Mexico and my Dad lived in New York. I was devastated. It is still bothering me a few years later that I wasn't able to attend the funeral.

      A few days after my dad passed away I envisioned him dancing in heaven with my mother. Then in June, I had a dream about him. He was standing, naked, next to my stepmother, outside the front door on the porch. She kept talking to me; obviously she couldn't see him only I could. He was trying to talk to me but I couldn't hear what he was saying, I only saw his mouth moving. I looked up the meaning of "naked father in a dream", and it said it meant he was happy in the afterlife. I believe he is re-united with my mother, my dog Kiki, and his dog Rocco.

      About 6 days later, after my father passed away, I was talking to my friend and joking around telling her that my father's side of the family are all short. Then the fan that was next to me which was a tall standing fan collapsed and the pole went down and became at least 6 inches shorter then what it was originally. I believe this was a sign from him. Either his spirit was there or he was listening and trying to play a joke on me so I knew he was there. My friend looked at me and said the same thing that I was thinking. Then I made a doctor's appointment, which I rarely go and the only available day was on his birthday. I thought that was a good, encouraging sign from him not to be afraid. I have a hard time going to the doctor's office for fear of bad news regarding my health. So I always get anxious and my blood pressure goes up. It's already high so that's not good.

      Then on a different day I happen to be checking out my first book on line looking to see if it was still available, when all of a sudden my fathers' obituary came up on the screen. So I started reading it and I started thinking about him and the past. It was from a website in New York that I had searched over a year ago but somehow it just popped up. I know sometimes these things could happen with recently searched or saved items but I hadn't looked at it since the previous year and forgot I even had it. I believed it was another sign or message from my father just saying hi and not to get discouraged with my continuing writing, traveling, and ghost hunting. I cut down tremendously after I got sick and my father passed away. I almost didn't want to do it anymore. I have been ghost hunting for fifteen years. I could remember him saying he was proud of me and to never give up. Don't listen to negative people and do what makes you happy. That's when I thought, ok I can finish this book and when I do I will dedicate it to him and our dogs that passed away.

      The Poltergeist

      Village On The Green

      Haverstraw, New York

       Poltergeist Activity

      5/1977

       In folklore and parapsychology,, a poltergeist (German for "noisy ghost") is a type of ghost or other supernatural being supposedly responsible for physical disturbances such as loud noises and objects moved around or destroyed. Most accounts of poltergeists describe movement or levitation of objects, such as furniture and cutlery, or noises such as knocking on doors. Poltergeists have also been claimed to be capable of pinching, biting, hitting, and tripping people. The poltergeist has been traditionally described as troublesome spirits who haunt a particular person instead of a specific location.

      When I was seven years old, I had one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. Some people may think this is a funny story, but I didn't think so at the time. However, many years later looking back, I found humor in it but not until I was in my early twenties I found it truly amazing and unbelievable that this incident happened to me.

      My aunt and my three cousins lived in a town house in a condo complex called "Village on the Green", in Haverstraw, New York. I remember the house had two levels. The kitchen, living room, and one small bathroom were located on the first floor. There were three bedrooms upstairs.

      My mother would drop me off at my aunt's house so she could baby sit me while my mother went to work. I dreaded going there.

      As soon as I walked into the townhouse, I was facing a long, foreboding, dark, stair case. There was something eerie about it but I didn't quite know what it was at the time. When I stepped further into the entryway, I could feel a negative presence. As I closed the door, I could hear a jingle of bells behind me and I would turn around quickly. In that area, I always felt like someone was behind me just staring at me. It was very unnerving. Then I would always smell a scent, first it was like a strong, horrible perfume, then it would get stronger as I walked down the hallway alongside the stairway. It would eventually smell like rotten garbage.

      There were also cold breezes throughout the house, voices and whispers. One afternoon, about 3pm, I was sitting at the table in the kitchen, when all of a sudden a rush of cold air and wind came through the entire first floor, rattling the windows and blowing my hair and items on the table everywhere. I ran over to the door to see if it was open but it was closed and locked. Then I walked over to the three small windows in the kitchen. They had wooden shutters covering them that СКАЧАТЬ