I get asked a lot if I’ve ever been scared investigating. I almost always say no. That’s not because I am a liar or because I think I’m some sort of macho bad ass who is completely fearless, it’s because I haven’t been and that’s because I tend not to put myself in situations where I can be frightened. Yes, I do investigate haunted houses and look for things that go bump in the night but I don’t go alone into the demon-infested basement after a raging thunderstorm has knocked the power out. I would like to think I’m at least a bit smarter than that.
I have been at unease, and I have been startled. At our first trip to a notoriously haunted cemetery (which by the way is seriously over-hyped) my wrist got burned. I was wearing a black elastic bandage with a cross on it, it was a fairly chilly evening and my wrist was on fire. I made my partner feel my wrist so I could reassure myself I wasn’t insane or that there wasn’t some easily explainable reason why that was the only part of me on fire. The entire situation from start to finish made me uneasy. We got out of the car and for no logical reason my body started acting anxious. Rationally, I didn’t have any issues – I was convinced the entire cemetery was urban legend. I was ready to go and prove people wrong. My body was acting afraid though. We got there and the air was oppressive. It felt thick and resistant. After about 20 minutes (if that) I suggested we leave and my partner readily agreed. Scared? I say no, but I think we made the right call by listening to our instincts and leaving.
I’ve jumped twice. I stumbled upon a mannequin I didn’t expect and it caused me to give a quick gasp. Later I messed with a locked door’s handle and a few minutes later the lock reset. I jumped a bit at that.
Scared is defined as suddenly filled with terror or fear. Until last night, that had never happened to me. I’ve never been filled top to bottom with intense fright or terror.
API had a great investigation and, not to sound too teeny bopper, I was super excited about the whole thing. I had a good feeling about our evidence, about the case, and for some reason I had a feeling something was going to happen to me (like being touched or something). I feel I was spot-on for the most part. It was a good case. The woman was being protected by her grandparents from a bad husband, as well as previous cheating boyfriends and various other things (like television shows that mess with your head). Turns out the client’s mom was a practicing witch of the dark arts and her father made her a home-made Ouija board to contact him after he died. The client realized that was not a good choice of actions and has since distanced herself from her family. However, she still had her father’s homemade Ouija board, several other Ouija boards he had given her and tarot cards used by her mother in some of her more dark practices. We are fairly certain that she will already see a great improvement in her home, and once we go back to dispose of the boards and cards she will again see dramatic improvement. Another great aspect of this case is that we were able to solve it and to help her, which is one of the reasons we enjoy this business in the first place. And I was able to hone in on her grandfather’s name. In my head I kept hearing “Gene, like your grandfather. Gene, like you grandfather.” I didn’t want to seem like an idiot so I kept my mouth shut. The client finally said her grandfather’s name was Gene. I couldn’t have been more excited to have nailed it! My meager pics aren’t particularly spectacular evidence but I am just one of the team members who took pics and I didn’t have my digital voice recorder so we have plenty of opportunity to have great evidence surface. My colleague mentioned that she was constantly getting blips in the room with the boards, and that is the room the client refuses to use for any reason. It’s likely the grandparents were protecting the client from the boards.
So how did I get scared? Towards the end of the evening I went to investigate the boards in further detail, see what the boxes said, warning labels, planchettes, etc. One of the client’s 5 rescue dogs followed me into the room. When I picked up the boards, my fingers felt odd but I figured I was just psyching myself out. I heard noises that I attributed to the dog until I heard a hiss. DONE. D-O-N-E. Messing with potentially tainted Ouija boards and hearing a hiss (a sound a dog cannot make) after getting a weird sensation in my hands is a no go. Time to leave. I threw my hands up and left. The first two things I said when I got into the living room with the client and the team were “DONE!” and “I’ve finally been scared!”