By Rick E. Hale
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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“Against everyone,” Jonathan replied, his eyes closed. He was acting as if nothing serious was happening, and he seemed almost completely oblivious to the fact that his immortal soul was at risk.
“But I wish I never would have called him.”
“Well,” Lucia replied, breathing heavily, “he’s here now.”
Tony looked at me and told me to stand behind Lucia. She said she felt a strong hand from behind trying to shove her down. I immediately did as Tony asked, and as I began to focus, my attention was drawn to an open closet two feet behind the oppressed young man.
Standing in the doorway was a black, shrouded figure staring directly at me. Yes, I know it seems a little cliché. I could only see this figure in the display of the thermal imager.
I was somewhat suspicious of what I was seeing, and I asked Karen, another investigator, if she could go to the closet and make sure that there wasn’t anything there that would give me a false image.
When Karen got to the closet, she said, “Rick, there is nothing here.”
The inhuman entity was making its presence fully known, and he was staring me down like a caged animal.
As Lucia began her cleansing ritual, the shape that I took continuous pictures of began to do something strange. I watched as it seemed to change in size and shape. One second it would about two feet shorter and the next it would fill the entire doorway of the closet. Something else struck me as odd. I watched as a shimmering, white light appeared to flow over its body, sometimes revealing a face . . . the same face that flew out of the wall at me in Jonathan’s room.
“It is done,” Lucia declared as she let go of Jonathan’s hands. I could tell that the petite woman was spent — her shoulders slumping as if she had just fought a raging battle and won.
In MCPRG, if a negative entity is present and refuses to leave, we will use a Native American method of burning sage to neutralize the negative energy, allowing the positive energy to flow. I used to think that it was new-agey crap, but I’m quickly coming around.
As we began to sage the property, a funny thing happened. Jonathan’s friends hauled ass out of the house and stood on the front lawn, refusing to come back into the house.
Talking to Tony a few days later, he said that he believed the friends were the members of a satanic sect and the cause of the negative influence in Jonathan’s life. Tony also told me another little tidbit of information. He firmly believed that Jonathan was only half sincere in wanting to get this negative entity out of his life, and believes that one day, Jonathan, in a moment of weakness will invite this thing back into his life.
Only time will tell.
(Come back on Sunday for the start of a brand new installment of “Adventures in Ghost Hunting.”)