At first I was only half-serious. It was fun, entertaining. When people started reporting seeing The Rook—a fictional character I created for a series of murder mystery plays—when nobody else was around, no actors were dressed in the Rook costume, no actors were even on site, part of me suspected that the witnesses were just pulling my leg. I was admittedly glib about the whole thing. But then it kept happening, and it ceased being so amusing.
Recently a team of paranormal investigators returned to The Historic Lowry House, the 200-year-old (parts of it) antebellum house that serves as home base for my Theatre company. They used a “Ghost Box” to seek to communicate with any spirits that might be in attendance. (Ghost Boxes scan all available radio frequencies. It is believed that spirits can grab words out of the ether to communicate. It’s exactly the way that Bumblebee was able to communicate in the first TRANSFORMERS movie when his voice was damaged. I became a believer in the Ghost Box during their last visit when, out of all the myriad words one could have selected from the airwaves, it said MY NAME. Read all about that exchange here.)
What did we get from the Ghost Box this time around? Some curious results. It said the word “judge” at one point, and the word “lawyer.” It gave us a name, “Anthony,” and then said “forced me.” Oh, and it also said “The Rook.”
There was no Anthony in the show, nor any scenario wherein anyone was forced to do anything, but our most recent production was entitled THE TRIAL OF THE ROOK.
Either the spirits were trying to tell me that they liked the show—or my Tulpa was trying to talk to me.
I’m a little freaked out. But it’s also kinda cool.
But who is this “Anthony” and what did he do?