I am growing ever closer to finishing my book on my haunted life. It will contain the detailed telling of all the experiences I have had. I will probably end up offering it as a PDF E-book. How many out there would be interested in this book? Leave a comment on this post if you might be interested.
If you have not read my previous Facebook posts about the significance of me finding random dimes, please read those posts. With that, here is another example…One day, as we were sitting around talking about all of the dimes we were all finding, some were kiddingly saying they were sure it was Tim behind all the dimes. I mentioned that it would be a LOT more helpful if he sent hundred dollar bills instead, and we all laughed. Finally, in all seriousness I said that if it was indeed somehow Tim finding ways to leave all these dimes around for us to find, there would only be one reason why. With the sheer number of times this was happening, he was simply trying to be funny.
The very next morning with that thought ringing in my head, I was snickering to myself about how Tim, if he was somehow able to take part in this, was trying to be funny. When I arrived at work, I brought out my key to my office (I am the only one who has a key to this office) and I opened the door. Flipping on the light, I was shocked and surprised at what I found. But soon I was laughing.
Right on the floor in the dead center of my office was… a Mexican 10 centavo piece. No matter how hard I try to stretch the possibilities, I have absolutely now way of explaining how that got there.
This is the site of the last lynching in our town’s history. 1895. I am not sure if it is the exact same tree or not but it is said that this site is haunted by the two men lynched there.
One night when our oldest son Chris and his wife Sarah were staying with us after having just finished school in Phoenix, they had a strange and scary incident in our back room where they were staying.
They had just gone to bed and were laying half awake, when suddenly the lamp above them on a shelf at the head of their bed began to scoot, eventually falling toward the bed onto them.
After putting the lamp back up on the shelf, Chris climbed back into bed. Sometime during the night, Chris awoke to the sound of his backpack rustling. The backpack, which was clear across the room, had a pocket where he kept loose change, and he could hear the change rattling. As he began to lift his head to see what was going on, the backpack sailed across the room, landing on the bed next to him.
Needless to say, they were quite startled.
Early this morning our unseen visitor came out of one of the rooms. He was heard but not seen.
Just the other night, Brian (the young man living with us), heard footsteps outside his room while we all slept. The dogs heard it too, and were on alert, which Spooked him even more.
Good thing last night was a quiet night. The night before, when all the latest was happening, my brother Ken was having things happen at his place at the same time.
Last night Brooklyn and Brian were kept awake by bangs and bumps coming from the living room
. They even heard the sliding glass door open, but upon inspection, nobody was in the house. Then today, just like one day last week, as I was sitting in the tub, I witnessed a bottle of body wash sail from the side of the tub and hit the tub hard.
I have finally been experimenting just a little with evp work. Imagine my surprise at what I have been finding.