One night during that year we spent in that first haunted house, at the young age of ten Ken received his own personal introduction to the paranormal world.
That night, on a night seemingly no different than any other, besides all the disembodied voices conversing nightly within earshot, Ken had an unforgettable one-on-one experience with the paranormal.
He hopped out of bed, and he carefully made his way down the hall toward the bathroom, looking both directions over his shoulder for anything that might be lurking in the shadows since the usual voices had made themselves heard like almost every other night.
He made his way safely into the bathroom. Just as he was going to use the toilet, Ken flipped up the seat and got the scare of his life. He noticed in the water of the toilet bowl was a face looking up at him. The face was animated as if he was looking around the room and the only thing that made this even more scary for Ken was that he recognized the face.
It was the face of the assassinated President John F. Kennedy.
Sure, that may seem like a funny kid’s paranormal story, but it was all too real and it terrified Ken. To this day he can remember the details as if it happened last week. It never happened to him again, but once was enough as far as he was concerned.
Pretty soon, I would have my own one-on-one experience with a face-to-face entity. And it was just as terrifying as Ken’s.