Event #31-32: Sunday, Feb. 28, 2010

I woke up during the night and had to use the bathroom. When I got in there, I heard the little vibrating motor noise again: Bob’s razor on the shower stall. I switched it off and went back to bed.

Bob later got up around 6:30 to use the bathroom. He said not only was the razor on again, vibrating away, but that the 2 bathroom rugs were in complete disarray, all bunched up and in little piles, and Joe’s water bowl was moved entirely across the room over by the bathroom sink.

Later in the day, I went to get in the shower, and the razor on its tray was leaning precariously over the side of the shower stall. I wonder if it vibrated there until the battery wore out? Anyway, when I shut the stall door, it pitched off onto the floor, and the whole thing broke apart and the battery spewed out. I couldn’t get it back together properly, and neither could Bob when he tried later, so that was that. No more vibrating razor.

Still Sunday, February 28, 2010: Bob has been telling me that since the night in January when our entity climbed into bed with him that he has had at least 4 different experiences of simply knowing that “it” was in the room with him. He told me and our dinner friend last night that it was as obvious and clear as the 2 of us sitting there at the table. He is also getting a sense of a name from it. He says it is not in English, and it is multi-syllabic. Here is a quote from an email he wrote me on Feb. 23:
“Actually I am getting a sense of a name, not English either. Multisyllabic. This is very strange coming from me.”

He says he is also getting the sense that it is from another century, before the house or the wall ever existed. Maybe even hundreds of years ago. I should mention that ever since it was revealed what it might “be”, I’m no longer sleeping with the lights on and lighting the exterior of the house like an airport at night. The neighbors even commented on that – how lit up it was – well come on, what would anybody do?

Event #30: Sat., Feb. 27, 2010

We’d gone out to dinner with a friend of ours, who I’d emailed earlier in the day the entire PDF of events above up to #30. We spent quite a bit of our dinner time discussing the events. When we got home, I went up to the bedroom and heard a weird motor noise. Also, Joe seemed to be a little disturbed and out of sorts. I couldn’t initially tell where the noise was coming from, so followed it into the bathroom. It seemed to be coming from above. I thought the vent fan in the bathroom had maybe been left on and was going bad – because it was a pretty weak noise. Then I realized it was not the fan – but coming from slightly further on; Bob has a razor that he keeps on top of the shower stall, and it has a little switch on it that makes it vibrate when he shaves. It was turned on and sitting in it’s little storage tray vibrating away. I told Bob about this when he came upstairs, and he thought maybe he’d left the switch on by mistake. However, I remember being up there when we were getting ready to go out, and I think I would have heard it running. But I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt – until later…

Event #29: Monday, Feb. 22, 2010

Tonight I came home from work and came up to the bedroom to change into some sweats. I had in mind to do some bill-paying at my computer or something while I watched some Winter Olympics. It was almost 11 pm and our daughter had already gone to bed. I always check now certain things when I come up to the room. The ducks were in place (still where I left them after the 3rd move). The bureau figurines were in place. With a brief glance, my bedside table looked intact. Joe was comfortably curled up on the bed next to a sleeping Bob. I examined for any kind of prints on the purple blanket, which, finally didn’t have a pile of my reorganized clothes on it. I was starting to think that we’d seen the end of it. I was feeling a little bit rueful about this. That’s a little hard to explain, but I think once I understood how fearful our “entity” had been, I actually in a weird way started to miss it. I felt bad for “her”. Bob and I talked about this over the weekend, and we both feel that way. So I was taking off my jewelry, and I should explain that I keep my jewelry hanging on the inside of a small closet door. It’s a little closet in our bathroom. I’ve added a picture to the right to get a feel for the whole set-up. Look at the bottom shelf – I’ve put a red circle around the two objects that are the subject here, and then the the left below that is a close-up of the two — the daisy heart bracelet, and the TV remote.
That’s where the “heart-daisy” bracelet has been “doing its thing”. And I opened the door, hung my earrings, hung my necklace, and was just about to shut the door, when I noticed – the bracelet. And here it is, in a perfect heart shape (see picture to the left) and as I’m noticing the heart – guess what else is sitting right there – Bob’s TV remote. Above I’ve placed a picture of the entire closet, just for reference where this all is.

Event 28: Feb. 13, 2010

One night (again, I didn’t log the date, but I’m thinking maybe last weekend, which was the 13th-14th), Bob said to me, “You know, I’m not doing that to that bracelet”. Now it was MY turn to give a blank look: “What bracelet”?
“You know, the one on the closet floor.”
“Well, what’s being done to it”, I asked.
“It keeps showing up in a heart shape”.
“Oh”, I said. “Are you sure? Cause I keep hanging it up, and the catch is bad on it, and it keeps falling off where I hang it and lands in a pile”.
“A heart-shaped pile?” Bob asks.
“Well, I don’t know what kind of shape, I’ve never looked… but I will start to notice.”
After that, I did start to take notice. Bob said he’d found it that way at least 3 times. Every time I looked at it, it was in a sort of formless pile. So I kind of got tired of that, and this weekend I stretched it out in a long straight line. This way at least I could just know if it had moved, because the “piles” were more or less interpretive to me. Bob was seeing hearts, I didn’t know what I was seeing. I tried to form it into a heart-shape myself; it was not that easy. This bracelet is made of metal – it’s metal daisies strung together. I’ve had it since the 60’s. I think my grandmother bought it for me (and probably an identical one for my sister) at the Jersey shore probably better than 45 years ago. It has some sentimental value to me, but I can no longer wear it because of that bad catch. I’d certainly lose it. Above I have placed a picture of one of the ways it was found, after I’d stretched it out straight. We’d come home, open the bathroom closet, and there on the bottom shelf of the closet was the daisy arranged like a heart. What is that about? At least it is a very non-threatening shape.

And a couple of other things bear mentioning, but I’ve been forgetting to write dates. The first was one night Bob woke up to the sound of someone walking across the floor. It happened 3 times that he was awakened that night. The first time he thought it was me. One time, he actually got up, out of bed, went downstairs and looked around. It was not the cat – Joe was in bed, and besides, he does not make those kinds of sounds on the floor. Something was walking around the room. I wish I’d logged the dates, but the best I can do, is sometime between the 8th and the 19th of February.

Event 27: Thurs., Feb. 12, 2010

Our daughter called me from work, saying she’d heard something that morning above her bathroom, while she was standing at the sink. We had stopped telling her about our “ghostie” incidents way back after incident #2 with the remotes. That was purposeful because she reacted in such a way that we knew she couldn’t handle it. When she called about what she’d heard in the bathroom, she first wanted to verify that what was over the ceiling was the crawl space. Yes, I said, it was. “Well, I heard something BIG up there”, she exclaimed. “Nothing like a little mouse, it had to be at least a raccoon”. I told her I would go up and check around before I left, and she warned me to be careful; I did not want an encounter with whatever this was. I went up and checked later in the morning and there were still only mouse droppings; nothing “big”, like even a river rat or bigger. Who knows what this incident could mean – it really could be an animal, but there does not seem to be any way that something that large could get in and out of the crawl space.

Event #26 : February 8-9, 2010

Bob told me at work when we talked late Monday night that Joe the cat had been very agitated again.
“Well, did you find anything out of place?” I asked.
He didn’t, but he says he never does, unless it’s really obvious. So when I got home Mon. night, I looked around. Couldn’t find anything at all. I looked all over; nothing. Then Tuesday night (Feb. 9), it was really cold in the room, because Bob had gotten home so late and the wood stove had only been burning for about an hour, so I decided our bed needed the down comforter. I’ve been doing some cleaning/organizing projects in the room, which is giving it a kind of chaotic atmosphere and on top of the comforter some clothes that I’m folding were piled. So I had to move them aside, and as I carried them away, something hard dropped to the floor.
“What on earth is that?” I thought… I picked it up; it was the little reading light that Bob got me for Christmas this year – it’s for reading in bed, and clamps to a book and has a battery operated bulb. I keep it on the BEDSIDE TABLE!! So how did it get here… ?

Event #25: Tues. evening, Feb. 2, 2010

I asked Bob tonight, since I’ve been dwelling on it since Friday, just HOW he was so sure it was going to end when the wall was finished. As it turns out, the power failure (of just 2 items in the entire house) was the last thing that has happened, and that was back on Saturday, Jan. 28th. He said it was just a very clear “message” from this “entity”. The one that got in the bed.

“Well, what was it exactly?” I pressed. My conversation with Bob went something like this:

“I felt like I had a non-verbal conversation with ‘it’. I was not afraid of ‘it’ at all; it was more like ‘it’ was afraid. She was afraid. It became very clear to me in those seconds that it was about the wall. She was afraid of the water, and would feel “better” or less “vulnerable”, when the wall was back in place”. He said it was overwhelmingly female, and very vulnerable. I asked him if any part of this conversation was out loud, and he had to think for a second, and said, “Well, I might have said, ‘It’s DONE’.” He had a very clear sense of “communicating” this to “her”, and that it would settle down when the wall was finished. I found this to be a fascinating part of all that had gone on up to this point.

Bob read later what I wrote above about this, and added his own words: “It was very clear that it was a woman, and that she was scared of the water. The wall gave her a sense of protection, and that when I said it was “done”, and that when it was finished she would be safe, he felt from “her” that she would finally feel safe when the wall was completed. This was all done by communicating without speaking, back and forth in a way that was understood by both, and Bob got the clear message from “it” that it understood and had a sense of relief that the wall would soon be done. He had the feeling of relief, or joy, or happiness from “it” and it could now go back to whatever it had been doing before.

And then nothing happened for awhile. I was looking around every night and every night we talked on the phone, I would ask if anything was amiss in our room. The day of the last cement pouring had been Thursday, January 28th, and there was nothing of note after that. Until yesterday.

The emails of January 31 and Feb. 1st went only as far as what has appeared here. We never did follow up with Matt about setting up a camera, even though within about a week, things had picked up again. We didn’t pursue it because of the nature of what it was beginning to become. We felt we were dealing with a real personality, not some random “poltergeist”, or “ghost”, or shadow person, or whatever. Bob was getting a true sense of someone, some thing – with a real personality, and something that might actually be “alive”, not a ghost from the past. He was at a loss as to how to explain this, or why he even thought it. But he also thought that somehow, any intrusion such as a video camera in the room, might inhibit or scare our “entity” and he didn’t want this to happen. I felt coming from him a sense of protection for “it”, for lack of a better word, and given that Bob was having much more of the “contact” at that point than I was, I felt that I had to respect that. So after that, the video idea got shelved, so to speak.

February 1, 2010

I responded Feb. 1 with this email back to Dan:
Thanks for doing this, Dan! I’m starting to think that Bob might be right, in that the activity may have ended when the wall was filled in. However, they do still have to backfill, and bring back the big excavator, and make a lot of noise, so… you never know. It’s just that weekends were usually a pretty active time for our “entity”, and I’m kind of surprised that nothing happened this weekend. Well, nothing really significant. I’ll email Matt directly. Thanks, Dan.
See you next weekend.

And then Dan back to me:
Sounds good – let’s hope for the best with everything. If you are going to put the camera thing on hold then just let Matt know not to bother to find the IR lights he mentioned. I’m sure we’ll talk before the weekend about SuperBowl logistics, etc.

I then write to Matt, to follow up from Dan:
Hi Matt,
Thanks for considering doing this. It’s a situation that is beyond bizarre as far as we’re concerned, however, my husband, Bob, had this theory that it was going to end when the wall work was finished. They finished the cement pouring part of the wall last week; they are not finished working, but since then, the “activity” seems to have died down. We had nothing significant this weekend at all, and it was ongoing since early January. The way I think I will leave this for now, is if anything happens in the next couple of days, I will take you up on the offer — but if it is in fact “over”, I don’t want to infringe on you for the time. I’m not as sure as Bob is about it ending, but we shall see. I would be just as happy if it is — we could save a little on the electric bill. Thanks again. Lois

And then I sent that email to Dan & Elaine as well:
Hey guys,
Here’s the email I sent Matt. I really appreciate you putting us all together. It would certainly be intriguing, if we could, to find out what is going on, but I do kind of feel that I have to confirm that something still IS going on before I ask someone to spend all this time (and equipment) doing this. So we’ll see what happens, if anything, in the next couple of days. It might be that excavator’s motor that gets it all going (and it’s on its way back here this week)…
Thanks again. Lois