Nov 25 2005
A Personal E.V.P. Experience
Time:12:08 am
Date: 10/18/05
Location: Disclosed for privacy
My partner and I were investigating an abandoned house, out in a remote country area in Texas. We had planned a week before to do so. The night was cold and whispered of another form of life. Armed with a digital recorder, two flashlights and warm clothes we headed into our suspected haunted area.
The house was in shambles, from the outside you could see all the way down the hall to the back door. This house was a pale white structure with sheets for windows and numerous missing steps, which led to the front door. Uncut grass, weeds and a barn surrounded it, which was in worse condition than the house. We had seen no foreclosure signs; no private property signs - nothing from this suspicious place.
Date: 10/18/05
Location: Disclosed for privacy
My partner and I were investigating an abandoned house, out in a remote country area in Texas. We had planned a week before to do so. The night was cold and whispered of another form of life. Armed with a digital recorder, two flashlights and warm clothes we headed into our suspected haunted area.
The house was in shambles, from the outside you could see all the way down the hall to the back door. This house was a pale white structure with sheets for windows and numerous missing steps, which led to the front door. Uncut grass, weeds and a barn surrounded it, which was in worse condition than the house. We had seen no foreclosure signs; no private property signs - nothing from this suspicious place.
My senses were crawling rapidly inside my head; I could sense the mere drip of my adrenaline inside myself as we made our footsteps towards a side door. We valiantly swung the door open, which replied with a desperate creaking and then softly humming to a deathly silence. The inside had been breached.
I began the voice activation mode on my recorder (a mode that sets the recorder to record only upon hearing noise) and began the walk through. Pausing to ask the first question, “Does anyone here wish to speak to us?” My eyes hastily shot to the red light to see if it lit up. A faint blink began and faded. We continued on down the hall. The smell of the house was faint and musty; you could tell no one had lived here in years. A tattered red carpet lined the house, which was still occupied by numerous items of furniture and electronics. The first thing that stuck out to me was a wrecked television that was still plugged in and turned to the “on” position. I recorded the image mentally. The walls were which appeared to be thin cheap wood, lined with a few pictures that had faded so badly, nothing could be made out. We descended farther into the darkness of the house and peered into an opening where a door appeared to have used to be. It was a bathroom. First we saw a broken medicine cabinet lay clinging to its remaining reinforcement to the wall, followed by a toilet that was half disjointed from the wall. Next was another image that startled me to see. A bathtub, still full with what appeared to be brown murky water. A faint form of hand-prints appeared on the rimming of it also. This is when we heard the loud crash.
Remaining calm, we cautiously followed the sound to the source. It was an empty room. Considering it could be a possible warning I asked yet another question. “Is there someone here that does not wish my presence at the moment?” Again, me eyes zoomed into the red light. It lit up. For what appeared to be 10 to 15 seconds the light remained on. Taking note of the time in the recording I then exited the room. Almost to the front door of the house I decided to ask the final question along with a statement meant to help most lingering spirits. “This is your final chance to contact us, we know you’re here, we mean you no harm. We only wish to tell you that you have passed away and if there is anything you left unsaid to someone, tell us now and we will inform the living one of your message” Again, back to the red light. Silence nestled into our ears for a brief moment. The light flickered, and then went off.
I began the voice activation mode on my recorder (a mode that sets the recorder to record only upon hearing noise) and began the walk through. Pausing to ask the first question, “Does anyone here wish to speak to us?” My eyes hastily shot to the red light to see if it lit up. A faint blink began and faded. We continued on down the hall. The smell of the house was faint and musty; you could tell no one had lived here in years. A tattered red carpet lined the house, which was still occupied by numerous items of furniture and electronics. The first thing that stuck out to me was a wrecked television that was still plugged in and turned to the “on” position. I recorded the image mentally. The walls were which appeared to be thin cheap wood, lined with a few pictures that had faded so badly, nothing could be made out. We descended farther into the darkness of the house and peered into an opening where a door appeared to have used to be. It was a bathroom. First we saw a broken medicine cabinet lay clinging to its remaining reinforcement to the wall, followed by a toilet that was half disjointed from the wall. Next was another image that startled me to see. A bathtub, still full with what appeared to be brown murky water. A faint form of hand-prints appeared on the rimming of it also. This is when we heard the loud crash.
Remaining calm, we cautiously followed the sound to the source. It was an empty room. Considering it could be a possible warning I asked yet another question. “Is there someone here that does not wish my presence at the moment?” Again, me eyes zoomed into the red light. It lit up. For what appeared to be 10 to 15 seconds the light remained on. Taking note of the time in the recording I then exited the room. Almost to the front door of the house I decided to ask the final question along with a statement meant to help most lingering spirits. “This is your final chance to contact us, we know you’re here, we mean you no harm. We only wish to tell you that you have passed away and if there is anything you left unsaid to someone, tell us now and we will inform the living one of your message” Again, back to the red light. Silence nestled into our ears for a brief moment. The light flickered, and then went off.
We then took one last look around at the decaying house and left from the front door. Turning to look at the house is when I felt a sense of sadness sweep over me mixed with a sense of caution. We walked backed to the car and set aside our accessories. We then headed home for the analysis.
Arriving home we headed up to a quiet location in my house and began listening to the recording, this is what we made out. From the part at the beginning when asked, “Does anyone wish to speak to us” you hear a loud static sound but a very faint muffled what appears to be a “yes.” The next voice heard was after we heard the loud crash, which led us to an empty room. I asked “Is there someone here that does not wish my presence at the moment?” Almost suddenly a deeper but hoarse voice replies “We do not desire visitors” this took awhile to understand, we had numerous ideas what it could have been but this one best fitted.
Arriving home we headed up to a quiet location in my house and began listening to the recording, this is what we made out. From the part at the beginning when asked, “Does anyone wish to speak to us” you hear a loud static sound but a very faint muffled what appears to be a “yes.” The next voice heard was after we heard the loud crash, which led us to an empty room. I asked “Is there someone here that does not wish my presence at the moment?” Almost suddenly a deeper but hoarse voice replies “We do not desire visitors” this took awhile to understand, we had numerous ideas what it could have been but this one best fitted.
Finally we have the closing statement meant to help the spirits when I asked “This is your final chance to contact us, we know you’re here, we mean you no harm. We only wish to tell you that you have passed away and if there is anything you left unsaid to someone, tell us now and we will inform the living one of your message.” This was the most hard to understand response and we could not fully make out the statement. The only words we could accurately recover were “we”, “the”, and “love”. Thus logically telling me to assume there was more then one spirit and that they had loved someone in a past life.
Overall it was concluded that the area was indeed a home for a troubled spirit or two but these were not evil. Lost is a better word to describe it. We have not returned to this location only because it had mentioned “We do not desire visitors.” It was not telling us to leave but this was a situation the spirit would have to learn on its own and eventually it would. This was one of the better successes I’ve had with E.V.P. Helping people is one thing but helping a past person from our world move on to a better place, is an accomplishing and extreme sense of serenity to the human mind.
End recording: 12:34 am
Conclusion: Spirit(s) occupy area
Jeff Jones is a freelance writer based out of McKinney, Texas. He is also an investigator with the North Dallas Paranormal Society.
Overall it was concluded that the area was indeed a home for a troubled spirit or two but these were not evil. Lost is a better word to describe it. We have not returned to this location only because it had mentioned “We do not desire visitors.” It was not telling us to leave but this was a situation the spirit would have to learn on its own and eventually it would. This was one of the better successes I’ve had with E.V.P. Helping people is one thing but helping a past person from our world move on to a better place, is an accomplishing and extreme sense of serenity to the human mind.
End recording: 12:34 am
Conclusion: Spirit(s) occupy area
Jeff Jones is a freelance writer based out of McKinney, Texas. He is also an investigator with the North Dallas Paranormal Society.
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