So I was asked today what got me started into paranormal investigating. It’s a simple but complex answer - to help the misunderstood be understood and to help those that are still living appreciate life as a whole. Of course there is a lot out there that will never be understood let alone found, but for what I do come across, I feel as if it’s a duty of mine to reach out and help whoever is trying to contact me in one way or another to deliver their message to those they left behind. In a lot of my cases that I have investigated, the spirits that have reached out sadly lost their lives in a sudden manor, leaving years of life left behind only to be questioned by the living as to what it could have been. My last case really has me thinking about how much the living really understand the dead and even more so, if the dead understand the living.
Huddled inside the ladies rest room, with a few other ladies, I was engaged in a pretty interesting game of 20 questions. Some rose a few giggles, others, dead silence, especially when the over bearing sounds of some guys outside of the rest room door would echo into the stalls. After a round or two of questions, we found a little boy hiding in the far left stall, obviously cowering when the male voices would seem to be in our near distance in fear of being caught in the ladies room. This 10 year old boy seemed to be very shy about wanting to talk. Only his age and that he liked to dress up as a cowboy for Halloween were the only things that murmured out of the stall. After trying to drag a conversation out of him, I decided to ask if he liked to play games. Common, what 10 year old doesn’t like to play games, so after narrowing it down to hide and seek and that I was to be the seeker; the games began. I stepped outside the ladies room, closed my eyes and counted to 10. I burst back in hoping to find him still in there. Tossing the stall doors open, one by one, nothing. He wasn’t there. Loudly I said, “Ok, I give up, come out now.” At that moment I had to step back and think for just a second, regroup my thoughts and come to the realization that I just played hide and seek with a ghost. Yes, attention all you skeptics out there, I played hide and seek with a ghost!
Why you ask…
Let me tell you what I found out about this little boy, and please keep in mind that these answers came from rods, a digital voice recorder, ovilus and a k2 meter and that I am still in the process of doing research on finding out more details on the tragic death of this little boy. The first go around in the ladies room we were able to get the words, express and run from the ovilus and that was pretty much it. After moving on to another room, the feeling that followed me seemed pretty still but deep inside it was that nagging annoyance that led me to believe that there was still much more in there and to go back. So I did, and was joined by a few other ladies that came to the investigation (which was hosted by Moonlit Ghost Hunts… you guys are the absolute best in allowing the public to experience things like this! It also helps in part with my mission in being a paranormal investigator). We all sat in a circle, some on the floor, and others on the bench. With devises in hand, we began asking the basic intro questions. Hello, is anyone here with us? are you a man or woman? Can you tell us your name? Can you tell us where you are? Can you tell us how old you are? We were able to get some pretty solid yes and no answers using the K2 meter and rods including that we were talking with a little boy, at the age of 10 and that he was hiding in the stall to the left of us. Now the part about him being in fear of the male voices was more of observation of the devises and activity level. When male voices were heard nearby, all activity seized suddenly. Once the voices went away, the activity picked back up again.
On to the darker side of this is the little boy’s death. One of the ladies with me asked if the little boy knew if he was dead, rods crossed for a yes. Do you know how you died? Again, crossing for a yes. Suddenly the word outside scanned across the ovilus. Where you hit by a car? Nothing. Where you hit by a train? Yet another crossing of the rods, yes. All of a sudden the pieces were coming together about this little boy and that he really was trying to reach out and tell us about his tragic ending. On our first adventure in the rest room, the word express came across the ovilus. How did that tie this together? There are train tracks that run outside of the building that we were investigating at and what would have been a name used for a type of train, the express, (you can thank my knowledge of 9 years of Thomas the train to influence that tid-bit of knowing, thanks kids lol). The mood in that room became very somber. Whitney, one of Whispers investigators, was almost brought to tears by the knowing of this little boy’s death and the overwhelming sadness that swept across that room.
In hopes of lighting the mood and not losing the connection we have made, I decided to ask questions of happier times. With Halloween just a few weeks away, I asked about the last Halloween costume he remembered. Was able to get strong answers to a cowboy. I then had that sudden urge to try and convince him to come out from the stalls with hopes of getting some more evidence of him. Which is what led me to playing hide and seek with him. He seemed to be very good at hiding since it was an answer we got a yes to when asking if he liked to hide. I asked him if he wanted me to hide, no response. I asked if he wanted to hide, rods crossed and a full red sweep of the K2 meter for a yes answer. As stated above in my next actions I counted to 10 and came back in to try and find him. The feeling in that room seemed to have lifted to pure normality. No heaviness or that odd being watched feeling as before.
When I shouted that I gave up, and asked where he was hiding, rewind came across the ovilus. Rewind, rewind what? The digital recorder, of course! I had it recording our entire session. I rewound it back 3 minutes and nothing out of the norm. Then another 2 minutes at the 5 minute mark, dance echoed through my head phones. Our investigation was at the Amira Dance Studio in Wichita, KS.
After retelling my story and packing up for the night, the feeling I had was overwhelming as I walked out those doors. It was a feeling of joy and being truly blessed. Here I was, able to give a spirit of a little boy whose life was tragically ended at the age of 10, a chance to enjoy the little things of being alive again; a simple game of hide and seek.
Was I scared? Not at all. So again, my purpose in all this was to help the misunderstood be understood. This little boy was not there to harm or scare those who still danced the floors of Amira’s walls, but just wanted to be known that he was here and that his playfulness of turning the water on (which was a past experience) or hiding inside the stalls of the ladies room, was just him being who he was in the living; a mischievous 10 year old little boy.
Huddled inside the ladies rest room, with a few other ladies, I was engaged in a pretty interesting game of 20 questions. Some rose a few giggles, others, dead silence, especially when the over bearing sounds of some guys outside of the rest room door would echo into the stalls. After a round or two of questions, we found a little boy hiding in the far left stall, obviously cowering when the male voices would seem to be in our near distance in fear of being caught in the ladies room. This 10 year old boy seemed to be very shy about wanting to talk. Only his age and that he liked to dress up as a cowboy for Halloween were the only things that murmured out of the stall. After trying to drag a conversation out of him, I decided to ask if he liked to play games. Common, what 10 year old doesn’t like to play games, so after narrowing it down to hide and seek and that I was to be the seeker; the games began. I stepped outside the ladies room, closed my eyes and counted to 10. I burst back in hoping to find him still in there. Tossing the stall doors open, one by one, nothing. He wasn’t there. Loudly I said, “Ok, I give up, come out now.” At that moment I had to step back and think for just a second, regroup my thoughts and come to the realization that I just played hide and seek with a ghost. Yes, attention all you skeptics out there, I played hide and seek with a ghost!
Why you ask…
Let me tell you what I found out about this little boy, and please keep in mind that these answers came from rods, a digital voice recorder, ovilus and a k2 meter and that I am still in the process of doing research on finding out more details on the tragic death of this little boy. The first go around in the ladies room we were able to get the words, express and run from the ovilus and that was pretty much it. After moving on to another room, the feeling that followed me seemed pretty still but deep inside it was that nagging annoyance that led me to believe that there was still much more in there and to go back. So I did, and was joined by a few other ladies that came to the investigation (which was hosted by Moonlit Ghost Hunts… you guys are the absolute best in allowing the public to experience things like this! It also helps in part with my mission in being a paranormal investigator). We all sat in a circle, some on the floor, and others on the bench. With devises in hand, we began asking the basic intro questions. Hello, is anyone here with us? are you a man or woman? Can you tell us your name? Can you tell us where you are? Can you tell us how old you are? We were able to get some pretty solid yes and no answers using the K2 meter and rods including that we were talking with a little boy, at the age of 10 and that he was hiding in the stall to the left of us. Now the part about him being in fear of the male voices was more of observation of the devises and activity level. When male voices were heard nearby, all activity seized suddenly. Once the voices went away, the activity picked back up again.
On to the darker side of this is the little boy’s death. One of the ladies with me asked if the little boy knew if he was dead, rods crossed for a yes. Do you know how you died? Again, crossing for a yes. Suddenly the word outside scanned across the ovilus. Where you hit by a car? Nothing. Where you hit by a train? Yet another crossing of the rods, yes. All of a sudden the pieces were coming together about this little boy and that he really was trying to reach out and tell us about his tragic ending. On our first adventure in the rest room, the word express came across the ovilus. How did that tie this together? There are train tracks that run outside of the building that we were investigating at and what would have been a name used for a type of train, the express, (you can thank my knowledge of 9 years of Thomas the train to influence that tid-bit of knowing, thanks kids lol). The mood in that room became very somber. Whitney, one of Whispers investigators, was almost brought to tears by the knowing of this little boy’s death and the overwhelming sadness that swept across that room.
In hopes of lighting the mood and not losing the connection we have made, I decided to ask questions of happier times. With Halloween just a few weeks away, I asked about the last Halloween costume he remembered. Was able to get strong answers to a cowboy. I then had that sudden urge to try and convince him to come out from the stalls with hopes of getting some more evidence of him. Which is what led me to playing hide and seek with him. He seemed to be very good at hiding since it was an answer we got a yes to when asking if he liked to hide. I asked him if he wanted me to hide, no response. I asked if he wanted to hide, rods crossed and a full red sweep of the K2 meter for a yes answer. As stated above in my next actions I counted to 10 and came back in to try and find him. The feeling in that room seemed to have lifted to pure normality. No heaviness or that odd being watched feeling as before.
When I shouted that I gave up, and asked where he was hiding, rewind came across the ovilus. Rewind, rewind what? The digital recorder, of course! I had it recording our entire session. I rewound it back 3 minutes and nothing out of the norm. Then another 2 minutes at the 5 minute mark, dance echoed through my head phones. Our investigation was at the Amira Dance Studio in Wichita, KS.
After retelling my story and packing up for the night, the feeling I had was overwhelming as I walked out those doors. It was a feeling of joy and being truly blessed. Here I was, able to give a spirit of a little boy whose life was tragically ended at the age of 10, a chance to enjoy the little things of being alive again; a simple game of hide and seek.
Was I scared? Not at all. So again, my purpose in all this was to help the misunderstood be understood. This little boy was not there to harm or scare those who still danced the floors of Amira’s walls, but just wanted to be known that he was here and that his playfulness of turning the water on (which was a past experience) or hiding inside the stalls of the ladies room, was just him being who he was in the living; a mischievous 10 year old little boy.