My Night With The Spirits, Part Three
This is the third article in a series. If you haven’t read the first two, you should do that first. It’ll make it easier to follow. Trust me.
Jumping right back into it, then.
I was upstairs in the office, which used to be the master bedroom when the House was a private residence, and from which opens the “secret room” where the runaway slaves used to hide out. It was almost pitch black, the only light seeping in through the window blinds from a streetlight next door. The investigator asks, and I’m paraphrasing, “If you are here, can you make some kind of noise to show us?” Not three seconds later, there was a loud crashing sound from inside the secret room. We jumped to our feet. There was no one inside that room. I was sitting scant feet from the open doorway, and the sound clearly came from inside there. When we went in to investigate, nothing had fallen over. Nothing was amiss. The crash sound had been in response to the question! Can I prove that? Of course I can’t. COULD it have been something else? Yes. But I can tell you with absolute certainty that the sound seemed to emanate from within that room that no one was inside that room, and that we were unable to identify any cause for it.
After that, they brought in the really impressive equipment. A device that measured EMF (electromagnetic field) fluctuations. It makes a little beeping noise when there is a spike in EMF readings. The thing started ringing like a five-alarm fire at a fire station! The crew checked to make sure the device was not near any source of EMFs, like an electrical outlet, or a circuit under the floor or anything like that. It wasn’t. It WAS just within the doorway of the secret room.
Then they produced the motion-capture equipment. It’s the same tech they use for video games or movies when a character is rendered in CGI. You point it at a person, and it “reads” that person, displaying that person as a sort of stick figure composed of lines and dots. They aimed it at the open doorway. There was no one standing in that doorway, yet two figures appeared on the screen. Okay, sure, you may be thinking. That could be just a faulty reading, the device picking up on something “ordinary.” And yes, it could have been. But when the lady holding the device asked, “If you can hear me, can you hold hands, to show us?”, I was standing right beside her. I saw it when the two digitized figures reached across to each other and touched digital hands. I SAW IT HAPPEN. Sure, she could have been manipulating the device somehow to make it do that. But she wasn’t. She didn’t have time and, as I said, I was STANDING RIGHT THERE.
The most impressive piece of evidence, however, had yet to occur. Come back for part four to read about it.
WAYNE MILLER is the owner and creative director of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS (www.evilcheezproductions.blogspot.com, www.facebook.com/evilcheezproductions), specializing in theatrical performances and haunted attractions. He has written, produced and directed (and occasionally acted in) over a dozen plays, most of them in the Horror and Crime genres. His first novel, THE CONFESSIONS OF SAINT CHRISTOPHER: WEREWOLF, is available for purchase here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/734763
MORTUI VELOCES SUNT!