By Rick E. Hale
Paranormal Investigator

These are the true case files of the McHenry County Paranormal Research Group. Due to confidentiality agreements, names of clients have been changed and cases will only be specified by the counties they occurred in.

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(To Read Part I of this installment, CLICK HERE. For Part II, CLICK HERE.)

The Room in the Basement:

I don’t necessarily believe that just because a basement is a basement or an attic is an attic makes it any more creepy than any other room in a house. After all, if a home is truly spiritually disturbed, a nice, cheery, little girl’s room with pink wall paper and a slew of dollies could be the belly of the beast.

However, as soon as the door was opened, this room in the basement just seemed to reek of negativity. After a moment of entering, Jenny, one of newest members blurted out, “Holy shit, this room is just plain bad.”

And sure enough, it was. I mean sure, there was no obvious signs to the casual observer that this was anything but a spare bedroom that was being redecorated. But to a person endowed with mediumistic abilities, this room was the belly of the beast.

After a few moments of panning the room with the thermal imager and taking a bunch of pictures, I felt that it would be a good time to do an isolated EVP session. As I said earlier, we aren’t really allowed to provoke, but I felt that maybe a little would be called for if only to call the negativity out. We found a box, placed it in the middle of the room, and set a digital voice recorder and K-II Meter on top. Then we began the session.

I asked a series of questions that was sure to piss any entity off. “So let me ask you, do you like dressing up like a woman and prancing around in frilly white undies?”

Jenny and Michelle laughed, but there was no reaction on the K-II.

“Were you invited by the owner of the home, and if so, you know that you could be forced to leave?”

Nothing.

“Have you ever felt the sun on your face and the sweet taste of oxygen in your lungs?”

No reaction on the K-II, but the air in the room became thicker and seemed to be charged with an energy that was anything but friendly. And then the door began to open.

Lucia the Medium:

As the door opened I yelled, “Who is that opening the door?”

Before I could ask another question, Tony, our founder and lead investigator, walked through the door with Lucia, our most talented psychic medium.

When I first met Lucia, I thought that the short, skinny, Italian woman was the queen of all flakes, but after working several cases with her, I had come to believe she was the real McCoy. And I could tell that as soon as she entered the room, she felt the negativity, and it was affecting her in a real way.

“I feel that this room was used for some kind of ritual,” Lucia said as she held her hand to her chest. “I see a pentagram, but not the pentagram used as a symbol for the divine feminine. This is an upside down pentagram. The mark of something dark.”

Lucia began spinning around and counting.

“This room was used for worship of darkness.”

I could tell right away that Lucia was in pain, not physically but psychically. One of my jobs in the group is to protect the mediums from harm and to remove them, if need be by force, from a hotspot that becomes a little too hot.

“Lucia,” I asked, “are you ok?”

Before I could ask another question, Lucia turned on me and growled, “Shut your fucking mouth you moron!”

I knew that this was not Lucia, but that the negative entity was speaking through her. And damn was it ever pissed at me.

(To read Part IV, CLICK HERE.)