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1st official Ghost Hunting Experience

Disclaimer Family names withheld for privacy.

Pictures taken on the 3rd floor - no lights/electric - just flash of camera in dark.

April 3rd, 2009 - my first jaunt with the Blue Mt. Paranormal Research Team. 
Coming on board as a medium ....bit of a nerve wracking task. 
But meditation, raising energy on the way there & hoping for the best...helps.

Bob Schaeffer, the groups founder asked if I'd walk through the house prior to the team coming in to set up.

On the initial walkthrough, I felt energy on the stairs from the first -second floor.  
The second was peaceful (& it smelled nice) ...then, I saw what looked like a little girl motioning for us to come to the 3rd floor.  

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, the guest bedroom - the feeling changed.  
The energy near the closet cubby was dark, heavy - it made me a bit uncomfortable.

After the family left, we met in the living room to talk discuss some "Stuff" that goes on there & what the readings /feelings were for the initial walk through.
TEAM reports:
*EMP spikes on stairs from first -second floor
*LARGE Energy spike on the third floor/ in guest room/ closet area

* The house was built in the 1700's
*A woman with 4 husbands lived there for years
*One of those husbands died on the premise - his name was Bartholemew
          (it was at this time I heard a Man's voice shouting - I'm not Bartholemew!
           I'm Edward.  Eddy.  He repeated this several times until, finally I said it aloud.  
            Then it stopped.
            At that moment, another member of the  group admitted he felt a male on the stairs                    watching us).
* A week earlier, the wife heard dribbling in the 2nd floor hallway from 2:15 am until about 4am.

We split into 3 groups.  
Bob, Allison (also new) & I headed back to the 3rd floor.

The feeling was much different this time - lighter.  
It was not long until I saw an 8 or 9 year old girl who told me her name was Jessica.
She would not come into the room with us because bad things happened there.  
She stood in the hallway while we asked questions.

We left the guest room for the office space next door. 
Sitting here with EMP meter in the hallway, video camera in the hall - 
BOB noticed the camera would continue to come in and out of focus - he said that was a new experience and while he was talking -  
I heard light footsteps in the hall.  
Bob knocked on the wall and asked for a response.
WE GOT IT. - Two light knocks in return.

 - All teams switched location - 

While in the basement (with a nice fat cat watching us).....
I felt a hot pinch on my left hand.  
I asked whatever it was that touched me to do it again.  
I was poked TWICE (like a hot pinch) underneath my coat on my right side.  
Allison immediately flashed her camera & caught a very large orb at my right side.
Not a minute later, Bob felt something touch the back of his neck. 
Allison flashed and caught another large orb at his head.

Seconds later - the walkie's went off.  
The group on the third floor noted that Joann, a woman  - not an emotional persoan - 
was crying her eyes out/experiencing a heavy sadness in the room I had felt "Jessica".

The second floor group  - in the nursery chimed in  - 
only one of the three butterfly's hanging from the ceiling had started to spin in a circle.

We had confirmed activity on all three floors.

We switched location 2 more times......

Later in the evening, while rotating positions again - one of the other groups had asked if I would come listen to the "box" - an electronic device that scans both AM & FM frequencies until energy can "speak" - when asked questions.  
(that's the gist of it, I'm no scientist).
So I asked if Edward was in the house 
Myself & three other people in the room with me immediately heard
I asked if Jessica was with us.  We heard
Joann lit up. She said that they had heard the names Jessica & Stella 
come through the box moments earlier, clear as day.
I asked if Jessica was nine.

Finally, I had an experience that sent me packing with the first group to go home.
We were in the baby's nursery, I was sitting on the floor - 
Bob had asked us to be silent - no questions, no camera's ...
to let the energy in the room settle.
I was overwhelmed with an intense hot/lava burning sensation 
above my heart and in my left breast that lasted for two minutes.  I doubled over and asked my higher power for protection.  IT HURT.
Then - I asked if Bartholemew had died in that room & I'm anxious to see if there is any EVP evidence.
It wasn't until BOB had said aloud that we weren't there to hurt anyone and we wished to be unharmed that the pain started to lift.  

But I couldn't fully shake the entire feeling and knew that I was done for the night.

This morning, Bob called to talk about what had took place after I left. 
He noted that usual team procedure post investigation was to leave immediately, 
go over evidence and call the residents after it was finished.  
However, last night - he called the family back & asked if the names 
Edward or Jessica or Stella meant anything to them 
-at all - 
It was then he learned from the wife- that indeed -  
in the house resided a picture on the grand piano of STELLA her grandmother - 
and it also was a name that kept coming up (in argument) for their child on the way.

In summary, I can't delve into much more for privacy issues.  
But I will say that I am more comfortable in my 'knowing' and that having technology back up some of the things I felt/heard/saw was somewhat refreshing say the least.  
I am also looking forward to finding out if any "activity" will surface in going over the video/audio files taken during our stay.

And - as always - 
I'm eager to learn & experience more - 
for the good of all & harm of none. 


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