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Wednesday evening, surrounded by thunder & huge lightning bolts I swore were but blocks away from me.
Electricity abound...
I found myself in Palmerton to aid in a previous BMPS investigation of a residence suspicious of ghosts. Please note - I have not done such things with the group since the "hotel" this past April.
(& for the record /medical purpose - my left arm is indeed inflamed since this event and not prior for at least a week)




The rain chased us all the way to the front door where we were met by the teenage girl who resides there. 
Long legs and even longer blond hair, her skin obviously proud of it's pool side tan I admired upon entrance until I noticed that the premise, clutter with hundreds of antiques & collectibles from previous decades smelt of Yankee candles perhaps vanilla or sugar cookie.

After greeting the family with said inquiry - 
Bob and I headed upstairs - first our greeter's bedroom - a small - loft.  
I sat in the upstairs on the comfy love seat and "tuned in".
Flashes of Ouiga board and graveyard.  A gargoyle coming to life and following two blond girls....

"Whatever is here - is not family - it's attached to the children  - is there more than one daughter? I asked.
"Yes." 

We proceeded to her bedroom. I sat on of the twin beds occupying the first born's room - closed my eyes and was alarmed when I realized
that sitting on the bed next to me
starring back and forth as if it's head were a pendulum - grinning ear to ungodly ear
was - what looked to me very  much like a gargoyle.
It smiled so wide and chuckled at us. I reached out my left hand to touch it - then reported my secret to Bob.

Descending to the first floor - this peculiar creature ran back and forth a top the stairs almost like a dog with two legs. 
"we got an EVP of footsteps back and forth on the stairs." Bob commented.

On the first floor - in the greeting room - 
I touched an old piano that brought on no sense of vibration what so ever. Then I sat on the wooden bench just across from it - while Bob proceeded to explain where the camera's were set up on the night of the investigation - as he spoke of a dark figure entering through the wall and proceeding up the stairs that they caught on film- I commented...
"it's separate from the gargoyle - this is more like a worker who doesn't want to give up his day job"....
I was shown a huge wave of fire - coals burning - and dark, black smudged hands.  
"what is your name?" I repeated until i heard a response.....
"Buddy."

After this, we met with the family. I asked that the teenage daughter be present for what I had to say.
"Which of you played with the Ouija board and spent time in the Graveyard?" I asked.
"We both did." The apprehensive teen responded.
"Well, you invited something into your home - and from what I can tell - it's not harmful - other than it's attracted to you and your sister - like - (I pointed to the vanilla Yankee candle)
light. It lives in your attic space just next to your loft."

I had the mother conference in the other sister. After exchanging stories about the prophetic dreams she had since childhood - I instructed that as her and her sister go forth in life - Ouija boards or what not - they need to ask their higher power to protect them and with significant otherworldly events that would creep up in their lives - they could roll their eyes at such things or embrace them - it's their choice.  I told them they had a direct link to their higher power - a psychic knowing rooted in their family -  - 
The mother  confirmed this with more stories of five brothers and sisters all having the same feelings and dreams in times of chaos.

I made them aware of "Buddy"  and told them how he connects with the father - who is also blue collar. He is not going to harm a fly ....

But I did leave them - the teenager especially - with the fact that if something were to occur that was unpleasant - and she no longer wished to have a gargoyle living in her loft space - that she could let me know and I'd escort him out.

Driving home that evening I didn't know what to think.
Gargoyle?  Really?
Cue Unicorn - fairy or garden gnome!  I called my medium/mentor to ask about most unusal things - 

The next day when we did speak - 
she told me of such figure showing itself to me because of it's own perception that it could have been a hideously disfigured human  - not crossed over ....taking on new form - she then shared a similar story and immediately I was at ease.

The girl still living in the house remarked that she sees "the gargoyle' as the little boy from a top the stairs in the movie "The Ring" - this rang a bell for me - when Arlene mentioned the above.

"We got an EVP in the loft - a voice that said 'Look at the Lights'-" 
BOB explained - when I said that the being - was attracted to the girls - like a light to the Mother.

I get it. I do. 
But that night - I dreamt of vampires - and woke up - before speaking to Arlene wondering what of supernatural, incredible etc - 
IS possible from what I was shown??

I'm still - wondering - and wondering....about .....
most unusual events......



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