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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The Pass Through:
I’ve never been too fond when some investigators look at a house and say, “Yep, it just looks like it should be haunted.”
Believe it or not, a brand new home in a brand new subdivision could be just as haunted as any old ramshackle building. However, when it came to this house, the saying did seem to apply. As Tony and I walked into the front room, we became aware of a thick, sticky feeling in the air. You really don’t have to be psychic to have this kind of sensation; it’s a part of mankind’s ancient fight or flight mechanism in the brain that tells you something just isn’t quite right.
When we walked into the front room, I shot a series of pictures with my camera and was treated to a number of orbs floating about. I know that orbs are not necessarily anything supernatural. Usually orbs are nothing more than dust particles or condensation that reflects the light from your camera’s flash. Trust me, I don’t make that kind of rookie mistake. But these seemed different — they seemed to have their own light source, and we could clearly see that these amorphous balls of light had movement to them. These were anything but dust or condensation; this was true spirit energy.
According to physics, the simplest form for energy to take is a sphere. The spirits at this ancient home were coming out to play.
Tony took his digital voice recorder from his pocket and turned it on. “Tony and Rick in the front room. EVP session.” Tony cleared his throat and asked, “Are there any spirits in this room who would like to make their presence known?”
“We are not here to harm you. We are just here to hopefully document your presence.” I added.
“We don’t want to make you leave,” Tony said as he moved around the room.
Upon review of the evidence later, Tony recorded what sounded like a voice talking in unintelligible whispers — not really too much to work with, but it did confirm that someone other than us was in the room.
After spending several minutes in the front room waiting for anything to happen, Tony decided that it was time to tackle the upstairs bedrooms. The client had numerous experiences in one particular room, and although Tony knew of the experiences and what to expect, I did not. Tony likes to have his crew go in cold so we don’t make the mistake of preconceived notions and expectedness.
When we walked into one bedroom, you could automatically tell that at one time many years ago this was a child’s room. Cherry wall paper hung ripped on the walls, and a stroller for a dolly stood quietly in one corner. As we entered the room, I took a picture and was treated to another ball of true spirit energy. I showed Tony the shot, and you could see a ball of light with a trail of light behind it near the baseboard of the floor.
I asked Tony if I could do an EVP session. As it turned out, this EVP session would change my life forever.
Ever since I was a child, I knew I was different. I could always feel and sense the emotions of others, and I was always real sensitive to the spirit world. But for whatever reason, for years my ability was “shut off” more or less. But tonight, that ability would get clicked back on. And, to be honest, I did not like it.
“My name is Rick, and this is my friend Tony,” I said as I launched into my EVP session.
“Hello,” Tony added.
“I think I may have seen you in my picture, but if you come near this machine in Tony’s hand and speak into it, you can tell us about your . . .”
Tony interrupted me and started to say numbers out loud. “2.6, 3.0, 4.7. There is something here with us,” Tony excitedly said as he read the number spikes from his EMF detector. Before I could go back to doing my EVP session, the room became immensely cold, and without warning I felt a cold tingly whooshing sensation pass through my body.
“What the fuck!” I blurted out.
“What’s wrong?” Tony asked with a look of concern on his face.
“I really can’t explain it,” I said, taking a few moments to formulate my thoughts. “My whole body and my face has this weird tingly sensation almost as if something passed through me.”
Tony looked down at his EMF detector and said, “Whoever was in here is now gone. Let me see your face.”
Tony turned on his flashlight and looked at my face to see it covered with goosebumps.
“Whoever was in here passed through you.” When Tony said that, I became intensely aware that this house was filled with souls that never passed on. And whatever was in that room and passed through me told me who it was.
“It was a little girl, and she likes playing in this room.”
“How do you know?” Tony asked.
“Because when she passed through me, she told me.”
(Tune in for a new “Adventures in Ghost Hunting” to be posted soon.)
Coming soon . . . “A Geek’s Guide to the Strange and Unusual” by Rick E. Hale