Archive for ‘Interdimensional Beings’

January 1, 2017

Daughter Kate has an Experience with the “Other Dimension”


This actually happened about 2 years ago, the Christmas Kate refers to in her write-up was Christmas of 2014.

Kate writes [and I edit somewhat]:

Twas the Monday before Christmas, and all through the house, SOMETHING was stirring, and it wasn’t a mouse….

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A collection of Sam Adams bottles similar to those in Nate’s collection; But he has a lot more

December 22, 2014: I came home to an empty house, as [boyfriend] “Nate” was at his work Christmas party, at [a nearby restaurant]. The minute I walked into the house, I had a feeling of eeriness; something I’ve never had at this house (used to happen all the time at our old house) but never here. [The feeling was] enough that I checked every room and closet before I started baking my Blondie’s (delicious Christmas dessert). Several times before I even began baking, I was startled by either a thump or some other noise and actually kept rechecking everywhere.

Finally I started shelling pistachios for the Blondie’s, standing in the kitchen facing our corner winding cabinet. [By this Kate means one of those cabinets in a kitchen counter corner that spins around on a cylinder]. [Then] I heard a glass clink from outside, in the garage, and I assumed Nate had arrived home and was throwing an empty beer bottle in the recycling bins in the garage. I stood there shelling, awaiting his entry for a few minutes. When he didn’t come in, I went to investigate what he was doing out there for so long. As I entered the doorway from the kitchen to the hallway to the garage, I hear [a deafening crash from behind the basement door. Nate has a huge collection of probably 100 Sam Adams beer bottles: almost every Sam Adams bottle ever issued, no two alike]. broken_bottleI hear all of them crash down and go cascading down the basement steps. It was an unbelievable, literally ‘painful to the ears’ noise to listen to. I stood frozen for what felt like forever. I finally gathered the courage somehow to open the door. [And when I did, I was shocked by what I saw, which was exactly the opposite of my expectation]: Every single bottle was in its place, perfectly lined up, not a thing out of place. I closed the basement door and locked it, and waited for Nate to come home….

This is someone's collection of 'Sam' bottles, not Nate's, but when Kate opened the basement door, the bottles were intact on the shelves.

This is someone’s collection of ‘Sam’ bottles, not Nate’s, but when Kate opened the basement door, the bottles were intact on the shelves. You can just imagine the noise as they were falling and breaking.

Now this is me narrating:
What happened here? I listened, captivated by Kate’s story. I said at the end, “Well, I have a simple answer”, and for some reason it just seemed so obvious to me, having been drawn into the story, and knowing that what Kate was saying was not in the least made up.

“Well, what then?”, asks Kate.

“You did hear the bottles break, the shelves DID collapse, and the whole collection DID come crashing down and fall and break on the basement stairs. It happened. It just happened in a different time-line. You experienced the parallel dimension for just that one brief moment, and then stepped back into this one. You see, that’s what I mean by the ‘veil’ is growing thin, that separation between the dimensions is ‘thinning’, and sometimes we can experience what goes on in another one. That’s what I think happened there.”, I replied with an emphatic tone. I was pretty sure this was the answer, because I could think of no other. I certainly did not disbelieve what Kate had related.

Which brings me to something that I heard recently on a Coast to Coast episode, and which is what brought me to unearth this story now. (Although I had intended to when it happened, just never got around to that and a lot of other things…)

But listening in December 2016 to a show from October called “Paranormal Hotspots” made me think of this story again. The show aired Oct. 7, 2016, and the guest is Brandon Callahan, with host George Noory.

George: Let’s go to the phones, Will is in NYC, east of the Rockies. Hey, Will, good morning, go ahead.

Caller, Will: How you doin? Look here, when you first mentioned the “Trail of Tears”, right?

George: MmHm

Will: On my Mother’s side, a great-great-Grandmother was taken away on a freight train, and involved in the “Trail of Tears”. Um, she was full-blooded Cherokee, and the kids weren’t, they were mixed, so they weren’t taken. And one of the neighbors came and told them that they had taken the mother away. But here’s what I want to tell you: if you’re investigating haunted places, I come from a place near Savannah, Georgia where the storm is right now [Hurricane Matthew in the Fall of 2016] called Yamacraw. Right? And between River Street, where the storm is coming in, and Bay Street, that little section right there, is called Yamacraw. That is one of THE most, strangest, haunted places you will ever find.

George: What happened there, Will?

Will, chuckling: What didn’t happen?

George: Really?

Laurel Grove Cemetery in Savannah, that Will talked about as haunted

Laurel Grove Cemetery in Savannah, that Will talked about

Will: I mean, that’s where Africans, Indians and Irish came together, and there was people there from all over ‘cause it was a shipping port and the longshoremens, you know,  came there, and they stayed, some of them. But in Laurel Grove Cemetery where we have a plot is apparently one of the most haunted places in the world, I’ve heard.

Here’s what I want to say: My particular incident is that, we were coming to New York in ’64, I was 11 years old. My mother came down to get us, me and my two sisters and my brother. And my Grandfather told her to take us, bring us North because the area was changing, alright? New people was coming in. In any case, I came in late, and she was fixing me some food, and we were talking about leaving.  SOMETHING hit that kitchen wall. It was like a 18-Wheeler hit that wall; we actually saw the wall give, right? And we ran out of the kitchen after being knocked out of the chairs, ran down this long hallway to our dining, I mean living room.

My grandmother and my sisters and brother had no… they didn’t hear anything. This thing was like a bomb going off, we talk about it all the time. The next morning we went out there, there was nothing. The fence wasn’t moved, nothing was disturbed. And by all rights, the force of that thing would of knocked the house off the cinder blocks – ‘cause all of the houses were up on cinder blocks ’cause the place floods, you know? And to this day, we cannot explain what that was. My Mother is 83 right now, we talk about it all the time. We have no explanation for it, nobody else heard it ‘cept us two. And a woman told me, said that happened on another plane. She said somehow we crossed sumpin’ when we went into that kitchen. And that whole area down there, man, there’s stories that would curl your hair. I grew up hearing them, right? And uh, I left my number with your screener, if you want to, you know, hear more about it. But Yamacraw, from West Boundary Street up to West Broad, and from Bay Street to River Street, that area right there. Right?

I found a map online of "Yamacraw Village" between exactly the streets "Will" mentioned in his "Coast" call

I found a map online of “Yamacraw Village” between exactly the streets “Will” mentioned in his “Coast” call

George: Interesting, there. Okay, thanks, Will. Appreciate that. Why do certain areas that are contained like that, Brandon, why do they get haunted… or visited?

Brandon: You know, I think a lot of it has to do with history. I think a lot of it has to do with the past. Like I said, I’m a big believer in the fact that our collective energies can combine to create these sorts of things. Kind of like the theory of poltergeists. You know, that something that can manifest with high emotions and that’s another reason I feel like when we tap into a certain part of our brains we are capable of manifesting these sorts of things and when you see a lot of tragedy and evil, things of that nature, I feel like it can in fact ‘scar’ a location. And I think that can boost, or it can really kind of, I guess, so to speak ‘thin the veil’, between you know, the light and the dark. And it’s funny, you know as Will was telling that story, Savannah’s one of my favorite cities in the whole world.

George: Lots of activity there, huh?

Can you imagine the sound of THIS happening? And then finding out it was in a different timeline - parallel dimension, or "OTHER"?

Can you imagine the sound of THIS happening? And then finding out it was in a different timeline – parallel dimension, or “OTHER”?

Brandon: Oh, I adore that city and I would love to investigate down there. But you know, the story about what he was describing sounds exactly like this energy burst that actually happened to the brothers on that property down in Tahlequah* – IN the KITCHEN, on Christmas day. That was actually one of the last things that occurred in the house before they completely abandoned it. And they described it as just this, almost like a bomb went off. It was like, they said it felt like it was a giant glass jar full of glass that just had gotten dropped right in the middle of the kitchen. And it was just this explosion. And, so as Will’s telling that story, it really just kind of threw me right back into one of the first stories those brothers had told me when we went down there, and it’s, that’s pretty surreal.

George: When you hear stories like Will just mentioned, do you find that this country is full of stories like that?

Brandon: Absolutely, and that’s what kind of takes me out and do what I do, because there’s so many stories that will never get told, you know, to the masses that I feel like can be historically relevant.  It can also just give us the saying of “Truth is stranger than fiction”, and the thing is, is oftentimes when you really dig in deep and you really connect with a place, you can find that couldn’t be more true. And so, yeah, absolutely, I think people all over the world experience unexplainable phenomena, whether it’s quote/unquote paranormal or ghostly or anything like that, it’s just unexplainable. And that’s why I feel like ‘like minds’ and really intelligent people need to really just kind of come together and by all theories and methods, do our best to figure out why, why these things happen and whether they’re preventable or how you interact with it. It happens everywhere.

Now me just narrating: The reference to Tahlequah is to a place in Oklahoma, and I’m quoting here from the Coast website: “He discussed an area in Oklahoma of one of the largest clusters of ley lines in North America, where the Native American death marches, known as the Trail of Tears, ended and is now a location of heightened paranormal activity.”

And from Wikipedia:

*Tahlequah is a city in Cherokee County, OklahomaUnited States located at the foothills of the Ozark Mountains. It is part of the Green Country region of Oklahoma and was established as a capital of the 19th-century Cherokee Nation in 1839, as part of the new settlement in Indian Territory after the Cherokee Native Americans were forced west from the American Southeast on the Trail of Tears.

Again, me just narrating: I think these stories share a certain similarity, and it is what I have come to call the “bleed-over” from the other dimensions where things are taking place that are different from our current time-line experience. There are many instances of this in the blog. Also, it is kind of to lay the groundwork for a future post where I will talk about an actual parallel life that I apparently am experiencing that Bob is keeping me updated on because he is in it too.

November 27, 2016

More on the Fish Tank, and I play around with Photoshop filters


I took the original phone-camera picture that Bob took of the fish tank into Photoshop. I played around with a number of filters, effects, and “image-adjusting” tools. I think the best result below is the one called “sepia” but I already forget how I arrived at that. I wish I’d recorded my steps, because I’m not sure that I can duplicate it.

Anyway, the point was, I wanted to see if it revealed anything that we may have not discovered in the original picture. So far, the interpretation hasn’t changed. Although, son, Stewie says that he sees 4 people. Today he is here, and he pointed out where he sees the 3rd and 4th. I do see what Stewie means by the 3rd, but I’m not seeing 4. He says they look like 2 children. I guess it is possible that it’s kind of a “family grouping”, in that the ‘parents’ are behind the children, holding the children in front of them. Well, at best that is a stretch. I’ve posted the variations below. You are, of course, welcome to come to your own conclusions. Just remember, we have in the past reported on things we thought were the ‘overlap’ family in the house with us. Bob has had many experiences with this. Just a family living here but in a different ‘dimension’, parallel time-line, or just “other”.

This is the cropped only, unretouched image

This is the cropped only, unretouched image

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With the Photoshop “Film Grain” filter applied

Photoshop filter "Grain"

Photoshop filter “Grain”

Photoshop "Halftone" filter

Photoshop “Halftone” filter

Photoshop "inverted" filter

Photoshop “inverted” filter

With "Sepia-tone" applied

With “Sepia-tone” applied

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These pictures you can click for a larger version

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In this picture, I circled the ‘boy’ that Stewie thinks is another person in this group. He says there is a matching one under the ‘woman’s’ face. I can’t see that. Maybe others can. They might be out of scale though, in relation to the size of the larger faces.

November 26, 2016

Some Kind of “Strange Energy” (and it can turn on lights)


Okay, so we all know by now about the “faces in the fish tank“. Still really creeped out by that and no closer to knowing what caused it. My only possible explanation is that it is a reflection from a ghost-like presence in the room. Some have offered their theories: that the larger face, to the left, is a reflection of the man’s face to the right. Plausible because the reflections occur in a corner of the tank, and I can see that the fish also reflect on 2 panels of the tank. I will reenact at some point where they (he) would have to have been in the room to be ‘reflected’ there. Of course, another theory, is that because of who he might be, he is capable of just showing his face anywhere he wants.

2016-11-08-lucy-is-spookedBut there was something that happened a few days later. This might have been maybe Nov. 8 or so. I wish I’d logged the date. It’s possible I have it scrawled somewhere on a sticky. Anyway, Bob reported that he’d been in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Our bathroom is right off the bedroom, and he had the door open into the bedroom, and our little Yorkie Lucy was up there with him. From his stance at the mirror, Bob could see in his peripheral vision that the room behind him was dark, and Lucy had gone in there to wait for him on the bed. All of a sudden, from where he is standing, Bob sees that the lights have come on in the bedroom behind him, and Lucy makes a mad scramble; off the bed, careening into the bathroom out of control so she hits the shower door which forces a turn to the left, still out of control, she slides into and bounces off the toilet, scrambling to get a grip with her feet on the cold, hard, slippery bathroom floor tile. She’s still on the move and careens against the the bathroom wall, ejects to the left as she gets a paw-grip under her, heading to the other bathroom door, which is open into the guest room. She then makes a beeline to get under the bed, cowering and shaking.

Bob goes in the bedroom to see what spooked her; he could not see or feel anything unusual except for the fact that all 3 lights were turned on. 2016-11-08-lucy-is-spooked-cartoon-2Two of these are our individual bedside table lamps, that have those kind of straight on/off switches, and one is a sconce on the wall that is turned on with a ‘wheel’ switch on the cord. How did they all turn on at once? What did Lucy see or perceive? What caused her to freak and go tearing out of there? I don’t think it was just the lights going on, after all, Lucy frequently goes in a room ahead of us and then we’ll turn on a light maybe from a wall switch, or a table lamp. She never blinks an eye at that. She’s currently sitting on the other side of my monitor here, and I guarantee, that if I got up to switch on (or off) a light, she wouldn’t budge. So it wasn’t the lights going on; it was whatever energy did that that spooked her. But WHAT WAS IT??

Bob said he did go around the house and investigate for anything amiss. Of course, as usual, there was nothing. Or at least so we think.

November 13, 2016

Whose Faces are these in the Fish Tank??


Bob does occassionally take pictures of his fish tank. He recently re-set it up again after an old one developed a leak. Then he went out and caught some sunnies from a nearby lake to stock it with. So he was taking a new round of pictures using his cell phone. If he gets a good one, he likes to use it at work as desktop background pictures and also as backgrounds on his phone. I’m sure we have all done this, of a pet, a scene we like, or whatever. So he took a series of pictures and was checking them over for an area to isolate for his wallpaper. It was then that he noticed that in only one of the pictures, something else showed up. Bob zoomed in to the top left of the tank and saw something. And it wasn’t fish. There was this sort of bluish cast in the corner showing up in only one picture.

This was the evening of November 2, 2016 at 6 pm. Bob sent me an email at work with the picture attached. Bob wrote:

“Want to see something eerie? Blow this picture up and look at the left side.”

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Here is the unretouched version. All I’ve done to this picture is adjust the pixel dimensions for uploading to the web.

My email response: “WTF is THAT?? Is the glass maybe picking up some reflection on the TV?? Try another one from another angle. GEEEEEEEEEEEEEzzzzzz”

I continued to ponder over and examine the picture on my screen at work. I wrote this to Bob:

“I see another eye if you look to the left of the corner seam. It’s a different face I think. Do you have the TV on?”

Bob: “Yea, the picture is disturbing, it is vaguely like ‘my buddy’, different, but the eyes are the same.”

Later that evening, I talked to Bob on the phone and he said the TV was not on because he didn’t want any possible reflections in the pictures he was taking. As it is, he got the reflection of the lamp on a table, which is showing up to the right of the bubbles.

If you can’t zoom in on this picture the way I can on my tablet, I’ve enlarged the part of the picture in question, lightened it a little and cropped it so that’s the only part you see. If you can enlarge this picture on a tablet or phone, then zoom in so you can see the faces. WHO ARE  THEY?? We are totally creeped out by this. We’ve ruled out quite a few things that you might be wondering. There was no TV on. There was no one else in the room, just Bob. The faces were not in all the pictures, just one.

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I see two people. If you look at the seam of the corner of the tank, which is the verticle blue-ish light line that goes up the middle and then there is a tube that pumps air into the bubble wand (and the 2nd tube is the reflection) there appears to be one face to the left side of the corner seam (I see her as a kind of heavy-set woman with a large beehive sort of hairdo) and to the right of the corner seam is a man. A creepy looking guy with seemingly pointy ears. Good grief, who are these two and WHY ARE THEIR FACES IN THE FISH TANK!??

It’s now 11/13 as I write this post, so it’s been a few days. I have sat in front of this tank since then, positioned myself so that the light reflection is exactly where it is in the photo, turned on the TV, turned off the TV. I took my own set of pictures from exactly the angle where Bob would have been. No reflections. No faces. Just sunnies swimming casually around. Bob did say that they did not appear to be perturbed. So we are left to wonder… is Bob’s “buddy” finding a way to re-insert himself into our life? Are there inter-dimensional beings in our midst that can only show up in a chance photo as a reflection? Just strange… so strange. I was a little freaked out coming home that night. If it was the first thing that ever happened here, maybe I’d have been more so, but I guess to some degree, we are getting used to the weirdness. I went to bed that night and actually slept quite soundly.

 

March 14, 2014

“Other Witnesses” – Again


There has not been A LOT going on, but I have now accumulated enough things to make a post about it. Not that any one of these ‘events’ did not warrant their own post at the time, but I just decided to lump them together, for both time and interest’s sake. What sparked this impetus to finally “group-post” these events, was a text from Bob on March 14 at 6:10 pm. I’m at work, and I read,

“Dave had an incident.”

A little panic welled up in me because I knew contractor “Dave” had been at our house that day installing a door. With my compromised close-up vision I initially read the text as “Dave had an accident”. “Oh no”, I was thinking, “What happened?” Auto accident or did he do something bad while installing our door (cut off a finger?). But then I re-read the text and understood the right word – “incident”. Not much better really than “accident”, depending what it was. So what was this incident? This could have many implications. It does not escape my thoughts that leaving Dave (or any contractor) alone in our house working could potentially be problematic. What if Nuttah (and company) decided for some reason they did not want the person here? It would not take much to scare most people away, especially if objects started relocating in front of them. I’m pretty sure I would hightail it out of here. (Something else pretty weird just happened – Contractor Dave just called as I’m in the middle of writing this. It was to confirm another project to start tomorrow, but how weird that just as I’m writing this…) Anyway, back to what happened. I text back to Bob, “WHAT????”

He did not answer. I assumed it was too much to get into via text, and I was right. I would have to wait for our nightly phone call. So this was Dave’s “incident”. Bob described how they were both outside in the driveway. We don’t have many trees in our yard, we are surrounded by trees, but there’s only a handful left that are actually “in our yard”. It is, of course, winter, so the trees are bare. We have this one tree that is an ornamental maple; it has a tiny red leaf and I believe they call it a “Japanese Maple”. Beautiful tree, I think it has a spectacular shape and color, but it is small. Fully grown by now, I don’t think it’s even 20 ft. high or wide. Not sure why, but Bob and Dave are both roughly facing this tree. It’s toward the street, so maybe they were looking at something coming down the street. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Bob sees the Giant White Bird come in and it awkwardly lands in the small Japanese maple. Now you can imagine that a bird nearly the size of a dog, would do something to a tree with branches that small and thin, and weirdly, this was the only part that Dave could see, he could not actually see the Giant White Bird, he could only see the effect it was having on the delicate tree branches.

“What is GOING ON WITH THAT TREE!?”, Dave exclaimed.

From what Dave could see, the branches were swinging wildly up and down, nearly breaking with the weight of the bird.

“What is DOING that!?”, Dave asks with amazement.

This is my rendition of the large white bird, landing on what amounted to a twig. Imagine the result.

This is my rendition of the large white bird, landing on what amounted to a twig. Imagine the result.

Bob, on the other hand, is more focused on the BIRD, not the branches, but realizes immediately that Dave can’t see the actual bird, only the result of the heavy bird landing. And what is it doing there, why did it come in now? Bob glances over at our side door off the driveway where Niko was. Up to this point, Niko had been agitatedly looking out at Bob and Dave and wanting to be outside with them. Now, as the bird lands and locks eyes with Niko, he goes silent and solemn. This is not the first time that Bob has witnessed this ‘communication’ between Niko and the “Giant White Bird”. Something always changes in Niko with these encounters. But Dave can’t see the bird – he can only see the tree branches swinging wildly. Bob’s explanation to Dave?

“Oh, must have been a chunk of ice that fell and hit it”, Bob tries to explain, thinking fast. Well, there is no ice left in any trees, and no ice on any branches, so Dave says, “I don’t think so”. But since for him, he has no explanation whatsoever that makes sense, he just marvels over what just happened, and they go back to their conversation.

Just a reminder, contractor “Dave” is the same one that sat out on our deck with Bob one afternoon, and had another “encounter” of a sort. I am hopeful that he does not remember that one, because if he does, he will begin to think odd thoughts about this property. Here is a link to that blog entry, when Dave bolted from the deck thinking that the unfinished beer he was in the middle of drinking was too strong: https://whosetimeisit.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/bob-a-guest-have-a-mutual-sighting/

Before this “incident” written about above, there were 2 other things that happened in March. I took pictures of two scenes in early March; one was taken 3/1, the other 3/9. Unfortunately, I don’t have any comments about these two arrangements in any emails, so I’m not really sure if they relate to any specific incident. I do vaguely remember asking Bob on the 2nd one if he “felt any presence”, because I think he’d have either been in the room or in the bathroom when it happened. However, he had not. All I can say about it at this point, is that she was “around” to make her presence known, and that the arrangements must mean something, but we know not what.

This arrangement appeared on my bedside table - Nuttah, papoose, turtle, a couple of wolf-pups, and Bob's special stone

This arrangement appeared on my bedside table – Nuttah, papoose, turtle, a couple of wolf-pups, and Bob’s special stone

A week later, the whole thing was moved to on top of the TV. Her papoose is behind her. She still sits there today, 3/24/14.

A week later, the whole thing was moved to on top of the TV. Her papoose is behind her. She still sits there today, 3/24/14.

February 14, 2014

More Drums and Rattles in Apartment


Early February, 2014:

There has not been a lot to report. Some minor things have occurred, but there is nothing major. For instance, from late January, there was this:

Bob feels as if he's entered into a room full of people

Bob feels as if he’s entered into a room full of people

Sunday, January 26: I heard the “drum-vibration” this morning in the bathroom, where it was quiet, and Bob reported two incidents that weekend of “a group” in the apartment. Bob has been going out there multiple times daily to check on heating issues. We’ve had quite a winter of problems thus far due to single-digit temps. Everything ranging from frozen pipes, to baseboard heater leakages (results in water all over the floors/carpets) to major oil burner repairs. I guess we can’t complain since we haven’t used the oil burner since 2009. It will also be the first winter since ’09 that we will be forced to buy oil to supplement our wood heat. Not heating in certain parts of the house has proved costly in other ways this winter. Live and learn, but at least now we have our back-up source of heat. Oh, and by the way, ever since we put the light out there and left it on, there hasn’t been anymore random turning on of lights. So that is apparently all they wanted – a constant source of light.

She was frozen by the corner of the office, growling

She was frozen by the corner of the office, growling

Sunday night, Bob had an incident involving none other than our dog “Stupe”, who almost never gets caught up in events. Well, never, not almost never. Bob had taken all the dogs out to the yard to relieve themselves. All dutifully followed him back in but Stupe. After 10 or so minutes, Bob, who was already inside and had taken his shoes off, went out to call her from the door. “STUPE!”, he yelled loudly out the back door toward the yard. “STUPE!” No Stupe came back, nothing but an echo from a neighbor across the creek yelling “STUPE!” back. Finally, Bob suited up and put his shoes back on, and headed toward the yard. And there was Stupe, in a frozen stance by the corner of the “office” out-building, staring at the corner and growling a deep, low, guttural growl. It was right about at this moment that Bob immediately regretted not taking Niko out with him. He had to go over in the snow and physically pull Stupe away from the building corner as she growled. He came in with her and told me what had “held her up”. We don’t know what it was about, but Stupe is usually completely oblivious to anything going on.

Aside from that, the only thing we’ve really noticed is the drumming/vibration, fairly regularly, and fairly pronounced over the last couple of days:

Bob, in an email, Monday morning, Jan. 27: Heard some serious drums and rattles when I checked the apartment this morning.

And then Tuesday morning, Jan. 28, email from Bob: Very LOUD drums and rattles in the apartment this morning, to the point of distraction, as soon as I open the door into apartment it is RIGHT THERE.

My email back to Bob, Jan. 28: Interesting what’s going on in the apartment. I’ve been hearing the “vibration” for a couple of days now, but I never hear anything out there. Last night, it was apparent when I pulled in the driveway.

And then on Feb. 4, I emailed to Bob:  I meant to mention that there was “movement” in our room last night – Nuttah is now on my bedside table and not on the TV table. This was last night when I came up to bed. Anything?

(Meaning did Bob pick up any presence the night this move happened.)

Bob to me: Not that I am aware of. Glad she is still about. Worry about her.

When I was getting ready to post this update, I put the term “Lenape Drumming” into an image search engine, to try to find something to add to the post. I have copied the picture of the result, because I think it is funny:

And this was on a different computer too; I was not on the desktop that I do this work on

And this was on a different computer too; I was not on the desktop that I do this work on

January 12, 2014

Is There Evil in the “Office” Again?


Bob and I exchanged a couple emails on Friday, January 10:
Bob: Forgot to check apartment this morning, could you check this morning please? I heard some fairly pronounced drums this morning, so did Niko and Red, or at least they were alert to something while waiting for me in the guest room. They were both standing alert when I came into room as opposed to the normal way they are, which is passed out.
Me to Bob: Last two nights I’ve been hearing major hums/buzzes. More last night I think. Always expect to see something but not this time.

As usual, again when Stew visits, his character makes its appearance also

As usual, again when Stew visits, his character makes its appearance also

Then that same night in the evening, the lights were on in the apartment again. Also, Stewie (and his girlfriend, Minsi) were visiting and would be staying overnight. I wondered when Stew’s character would make a showing, as he inevitably seems to do.  By the time we came back from dinner, Stew’s character had made its appearance. He was on the bureau in our bedroom where we have our (ancient) TV. He was placed right in front, in fact, when we went to use our respective remotes that night, neither of them worked because Stew’s character was apparently in the way. The next day, Saturday, January 11, Stew and Minsi left shortly after noon. I wondered how long it would be before his character was also gone. Nuttah seems to be uniquely attuned to the comings and goings of Stewie.

Later on Saturday, about mid-afternoon, Bob and I were readying to go out for the rest of the day. Bob was getting the pups out one last time and I was upstairs. Bob came in from that outing completely shaken and shaking. What he described happening outside has not happened here for a long time. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time it did, but it seems like it was more than a year ago.

As Bob related it, “Niko came to the end of the deck, and instead of doing his normal thing, going to the yard, he charges the office door. He somehow manages to jump up and get it open, and at that point some force comes flying out. I can ‘feel’ it, and Niko tangles with it”.

“What do you mean, is it dog size?”, I wonder.

A picture that I think illustrates Niko's lunge.

A picture that I think illustrates Niko’s lunge.

“No, it was bigger than me”, Bob continued, holding his arm to about the height he thought it might be, which was above his head.”Niko was completely engaged with it, teeth-baring, jumping, at one point he was literally airborne and he was suspended in the air grabbing onto something I couldn’t see and holding on with his teeth. ”

“I felt such an evil force with this ‘thing’, whatever it was… there was a lot of fear generated from it. My adrenalin is rushing, my heart is still pounding.”

Bob does not scare easily with any of these events, as we know. But he was afraid this time, which concerns me. What could it have been? What have we been hearing (and why?) for the past week? What did Niko engage with just now? And was it scared off? And just how bad could it be if Stewie’s character showed up like normal that night when he and Minsi were visiting?

Later, right before we left, I insisted on taking all 4 of the pups out again, even though we really didn’t need to. It was not that I doubted Bob’s incident (I didn’t) I just wanted to see what Niko would “remember”, if anything, and how he would react to that memory. So as the pups and I are coming out of the basement, Niko was super-aggressive towards Red as they charged out. He then went to the end of the deck and stood there and barked, something that he would not normally do, at least not there. It was then that I noticed that his hair was up on his back, a big “poof” of raised hair between his shoulder blades – fear or anxiety; one or the other. I opened the office door to see what he would do. It was still daylight, I doubt I would have done this in the dark. Niko went in, not hesitatingly, but somewhat cautiously, and went to the left around the back side of the door, sniffing. I sensed and felt nothing except the anxiety I felt coming off of Niko and a slight adrenalin rush knowing this was the location of many supernatural – and not necessarily nice – events. That was it. His hair did not go down as he perused the yard, and we wrapped it up and went back to the basement. Bob asked me how he was, and I told him all of the above, that he was definitely different. Bob stayed unnerved by his encounter with this “evil force” for a good hour or so.

The track of Ivan hit the US 3 separate times, A long, and long-lived hurricane, it was

The track of Ivan hit the US 3 separate times, A long, and long-lived hurricane, it was

I must say, this kind of “evil” event has not happened in awhile. When evil did make an appearance here, it always seemed to be centered in the office outside. There was this post, from February, 2013: “Niko Senses Something in the Office“. This “office” is a small, separate building from our house that used to be a basic garden shed. It actually has not been used as an “office” since it was flooded in the Hurricane Ivan flood of 2004, so we’re talking almost 10 years. But we did have it finished to be a home office, and for awhile there, it was quite nice. Now I sit high and dry in my makeshift “office” in the house, where a flood won’t reach me, at least a flood like Ivan won’t. The line of this “Ivan” graphic belies the fact that in southeastern PA where we are, we had 9 inches of rain in about a 3 hour period with Ivan. We were so caught up in flood stuff (and subsequent loss of power, inability to live in our home for a bit) that I was unaware that Ivan swung back down South and hit the US two more times before fizzling out near Texas. Amazing and destructive hurricane.

Later, Saturday, Stew was NOT on the dresser

Later, Saturday, Stew was NOT on the dresser

But we are now left to wonder if this “evil force” ties in somehow with the events of January, 2013, and also with the hums/buzzes I’ve been hearing, and the drums that Bob’s been hearing all week, including last night as Bob reports. By Saturday evening, when we came home, Stew’s character was gone. There were no more “evil” encounters that Bob reported either, and Niko seemed back to normal.

December 21, 2013

“Beam-me-up, Scotty”!


On December 19, 2013 at 6:17 pm, I received this text from Bob. He is home and I’m at work:
“Lot of drumming and rattles. Kind of unnerving. No sense of Nuttah, just a presence of many males.”

beam-me-up-scotty2

We all know what this is. (Don’t we??)

Then immediately after, this text came through at 6:21 PM: “Holy F***, Niko and Red just ended up upstairs! Both seem kind of unnerved. Wow, that was weird.”

Me, 6:24 PM: “What do u mean, where were they? They got relocated?”

6:27 PM: “They were downstairs with me. When I came to, they were locked upstairs.”

Me, 6:54 PM: “Where is everybody now? Things calmed down?”

I didn’t pursue it by text any further, because usually Bob calls me shortly after 7 pm, so I would just wait for his phone call to get further details. What I wanted to inquire about was the “came to” part of his text; did that mean that Bob traveled too, or was he “out” for awhile?

He did call me shortly after that and elaborated somewhat on what happened, which must have occurred between the first 2 texts, between 6:17 and 6:21 PM. Bob said he “came to” sitting in the stove-room chair; the room was warm from the fire, but he was freezing. (very unusual for Bob to even use the word “freezing”; he never gets cold, and even wears shirt-sleeves out in weather in the teens) He told me later on the phone, he was “still trying to warm up”. His body was in deep chill from whatever happened when the pups ended up upstairs. They had been down in the stove-room with Bob and the two other pups, and when Bob “woke up”, they were gone. He got up and went looking for them in other parts of the house, even the basement and outside. Then he heard some noises upstairs and went up to find them locked in the spare bedroom. I do have a theory that perhaps they were (again) needed for some kind of help in “their” world, hence the presence of all the Lenape males right before it happened. I think Bob is not able to ‘go’ anymore unless it proves really urgent. Or maybe Bob did go, but his memory was wiped out about it. Or maybe he was put into a kind of trance while they “borrowed” the pups. And what were they involved in and what did they do? On the phone, Bob described the drumming this time as somewhat “different”. “Ominous” was the word he used. I fully expected to come home again to some kind of change, but there was nothing at all new or rearranged, at least that I noticed.  I did hear a bit of a “hum” when I got out of the car in the driveway, but that was all.

Niko laying down. Once down, he doesn't really want to get up.

Niko laying down. Once down, he doesn’t really want to get up.

Clearly, Niko was perturbed by it into the night. Later, when I was typing here at my computer, he joined me from where he’d been sleeping on the bed upstairs with Bob. He never does that, he’s so comfortable on the bed, that even when I come in, go upstairs, change, and take Red out, Niko never even gets up. Just lifts his head from laying there next to Bob, gives me a little tail wag, and lays back down. He is not interested in getting off the bed. So to have him jump up, and come down, and then keep nudging at me like he was is highly unusual. I finally tried letting him out, but that didn’t seem to be what it was about either. He was just really wound up.

Email this morning from Bob: No continuation from the beginning of the night with the pups; don’t know what that was about, but I am glad that nothing more happened. Niko did go after something across the creek this morning, was barking and jumping on the wall, I assume it was deer.

Red. Such a pretty girl. But she is not answering any questions.

Red. Such a pretty girl. But she is not answering any questions.

My reply to Bob: “Niko seems really unsettled since whatever happened last night. He actually came down in the evening to nudge me, wouldn’t leave me alone, I had him out but that didn’t seem to be what it was about. He never went back up til I went to bed. Then I heard the barking at 3 AM, he was really going nuts over something, guess it was a deer. Gotta love the noise at that hour. Just now, he got me up at 7, had to go out, that’s unusual too. Seems really on edge about something, wonder what’s going on? And of course wonder what happened last night?? I found no changes when I got home, guess that makes sense since it was not Nuttah, as you said, but a roomful of men.”

It’s now a couple of days later. Something clearly happened to Niko that night, both of them really; they are ‘different’ since they ‘returned’, but it’s hard to pin down how. Needier maybe, more affectionate, a little unnerved-seeming, cautious. Like I said, hard to describe. Probably a lot less impact than if it had been a person involved. I asked both of them to ‘tell’ me what happened, even if it was only in pictures, but I’ve yet to get any response, just more or less blank stares. Pups on an adventure.

November 24, 2013

Hums and Drums and things that go Bump in the night


In early November, I started hearing more hums, buzzes and vibrations pretty regularly. It would start with getting out of the car in the driveway when I came in at night. Then I’d hear it again in the bathroom. Recently, I heard a “Coast to Coast” show, where the guest verified that bathrooms in houses can often be a place where conductivity is enhanced. They attribute that to the running water and to hard surfaces; tile, glass, all the things that most bathrooms have.

My email to Bob, the morning of Nov. 14:  I was hearing buzzing all night. Last night lying in bed it was really strong, and it was like the old days when it seemed to be multi-tonal, and have a rhythm to it. You hear music, I hear what seems to be the “under-beat” or just the rhythm and the vibration. Maybe it’s how deaf people can ‘hear’ music.

Later that evening, I hear the sounds again. A loud buzzing/vibration in bed as I lay my head on the pillow. No dreams that I remember though. Bob emails me the following morning that he woke at 5:30 AM to music: the sounds of drums and rattles.

The exterior of the apartment rental where all this weird stuff is occurring

The exterior of the apartment rental where all this weird stuff is occurring

Then on Saturday, November 16th, we finally got a tenant for the apartment we’ve been trying to rent. Or I should say, we have a signed lease; it will be about a month before anyone is living in it. I had written about the apartment in September when we expressed concern that perhaps that potential tenant was “scared away” because of activity in the room. Bob had been picking up multiple presences on a couple of occasions while out there. We had no idea what it was that changed that person’s mind, but all his stuff disappeared one day after he’d moved quite a bit in. So now, we actually had a signed lease, and they were due to start the lease in January of 2014. We had offered a key, but he didn’t want to take it until the move-in date was official. Twice, the week after this, B0b asked me if I’d been out to the apartment and left the bathroom light on. I told him “no” each time. (I really don’t like to go out there anymore and I don’t go). Bob said he’d come home, see the light on, and would go up and turn it off.

Then the night of November 22, on the way home from work, I received this text from Bob: “Heat in apartment on full tilt. Lights on throughout. Doors locked.”

I texted back to Bob: “Wow, that’s creepy.”

Bob: “I don’t take it as creepy, hot, yes.”

Bump-in-the-NightBob went out and turned all the lights off, and turned the heat off. When I got home, I immediately looked into the lower floor of the apartment, which my car faces as I pull in. Then, as I’m going into our house, I glanced up at the upper floor window. All was dark. I reported that to Bob when I came in. Shortly, we were leaving again to go out and get a bite. I glanced up at the apartment window, and the bathroom light was now ON again! Bob had to go back in and turn it off. When we got home later, he went back there before we went to bed, and while out there, the light in the bathroom flashed on and off. Then, while standing in the downstairs room in the dark (Bob is much braver than I am), he heard 3 distinct “thumps”, as if someone was stamping hard on the floor above him. He went up to check things out (also in the dark) checking through all the closets, but he found nothing.

I am worried. This man who is to become our future tenant has only been here twice now. He only spent about 20 minutes back there with the realtor. His wife has not even seen it yet, and both will only be here part-time as they officially “live” in Florida. I asked Bob what he makes of all this, but he says he does not believe that whatever is causing what’s going on is “malevolent”. Is it Nuttah?, I wondered. Is it more like a welcoming, lights on, heat on? This only remains to be seen, and I can only hope that Bob is right. We sure don’t want any issues back there once someone is living there. But how can we just dismiss the fact that in the bedroom of what is now our rental apartment, is where it all started!

October 25, 2013

Oh no, where did the PUPS GO?


The evening of October 23, Bob comes home and texts me at work at 5:35 PM:

“Came home like usual, got changed, went out to get the pups and then exercise, couldn’t find Niko or Red! Started to panic. Then I heard one of them bark and (doggy) footsteps upstairs. Ran up and found them locked in office/TV room?! Did you put them there for some reason that I can’t imagine????”

(on my phone this came through as 3 separate texts. Long ones get divided up because my phone can’t handle it).

I responded to Bob at 5:40 PM:
“Good Grief. Absolutely not and I left that door closed 2. Maybe they took a little excursion and were put back in wrong place”. (remembering Bob on a previous excursion. Then there was also this one, where he was “placed” back in the wrong spot, upon “re-entry”).

“Or Nuttah doesn’t like them caged”.

Then I start thinking. We have a brand new couch and loveseat in the office/TV room. In fact, since we got it (in late September), I always specifically leave that door tightly closed, just in case one (or all) of the pups might “bust” out of the basement, into the upstairs. I send Bob this text next:

5:41 PM: “Did they mess up the couch?”

Bob, 5:47 pm: “No, doesn’t look like they went on either. Door was closed, they couldn’t leave office”.

Me to Bob at 5:48 PM: “Well u know I would not have done that. I left them like I always do. Pretty weird”.

Bob, 5:50 pm:
“I assumed you didn’t, just had to check. Yea, weird, this is a first”.

Me to Bob, 5:52 PM:
“I’d B curious 2 look around when I get home 4 any other changes. Was Stupe still in crate and was Sprite outside?”

Above, I am inquiring about our other two dogs; Stupe and Sprite.

Bob, 5:53 pm: “Yes, Stupe in crate, Sprite outside”.

The arrangement when I came home, the day Bob finds the Pups closed up in the office.

The arrangement when I came home, the day Bob finds the Pups closed up in the office.

That night, I thought about this all the way home, and I just knew there would be some change when I got in. I looked at my desk; Nuttah and papoose were no longer on it, so I knew she’d been here and moved things around (not just the pups). I then found her in front of the TV. I’ve included the picture I took here. Bob happened to still be awake when I went upstairs, probably sleepless because of the events of the early evening. I mentioned the moving of Nuttah’s character. Then I asked,

“Any more insight into what might have happened earlier?”

“None, whatsoever”, was the reply.

“Maybe ‘Lao woman’ will know something”, I mused. This is what I always think now, automatically. If Bob doesn’t get info on what’s going on, she usually seems to. Very tuned in to the Lenape Indian wavelength, this Lao woman is. Makes sense, due to the similarities of the cultures.

Then sure enough, the next day, October 24, I got this text from Bob at 11:44 AM:

“From Lao woman: 2 friends up, young girl family need them stop trouble, big one very good friend, never leave. Don’t forget them ever”.

My response to Bob at 11:55 AM: “What was the trouble?”

Bob, 11:57 AM: “I think roaming band of marauders, not positive.”

Niko in front, "Red" the new female shepherd behind him, shot through the kitchen window.

Niko in front, “Red” the new female shepherd behind him, shot through the kitchen window.

Me, 12:03 PM: “What does ‘2 friends up’ mean?”

Bob, 12:04 PM: “I think that means the Pups up in office”

So, what was this about? Something happened in “their time”, and Nuttah put the pups (well, at least Niko and Red) into emergency use? Okay. And they were brought back to a different room altogether! That minor fact hardly seems relevant in the overall scheme of what happened that day; imagine the tale the pups could tell if we could find out what adventure they were participating in. It disturbs me that they were still needed for something along these lines. I thought we were done with that, but I guess in Lenape terms, you just never know when these problems could re-emerge. Luckily there were “helpers” available, but I’m also glad they were returned in one piece, albeit to a different spot.

And with this, I am within ONE POST of being caught up to November 2013!