Posts tagged ‘unidentified “presence”’

January 8, 2017

Why was my hanging laundry laid on the bed?

My laundry on the bed.

My laundry on the bed. Sometimes I wish I had a video-cam rolling full time in our house.

I came home to this on Friday, January 6, 2017. It was on the bed in our bedroom. All this stuff had been hanging to dry on my closet rod, which is also in the bedroom. It was dry for awhile, but I hadn’t yet put the stuff away. It was mostly what I call my “white-wash”; all the light and white things that can go in the wash together. And when we got home Friday night, after having met after work for a bite out, I go to the bedroom and see it all laid out on the bed. I didn’t immediately recognize the “pattern”. I went down to Bob, who hadn’t come upstairs yet, and asked him if he put my hanging laundry on the bed. Now I knew what the answer was before I asked him. There is no reason Bob would ever do this. He’d never done anything like it, and I knew he hadn’t this time either. Why would he move it? And especially onto the bed from my closet? He just looked at me funny, “Did I do what?”

“Did you lay my laundry with the hangars out on the bed?”, I asked, still feeling like I had to absolutely confirm that he hadn’t, before I jumped to the only other conclusion.

Again, a funny look. I knew the answer without asking: he didn’t do it.

“Have you been in the bedroom yet tonight?” Bob gets home before me, and then we meet out later. I meet him right from work because I finish later. Bob always comes home first to let out the dogs, get the fire going, stuff like that, and then we agree on a meeting-out place. He couldn’t remember, but thinking about it, said “No, I probably did not go into the bedroom”. There really wouldn’t have been a reason for him to, his closet is in the guest bedroom, and it’s where he always dresses or changes clothes. “So you didn’t see what’s on the bed?” I asked.

“No, I guess not. Why, what’s on it?”

I showed him a picture I’d taken on my phone. Bob went up to see it, and it was then he noticed the pattern, that the clothing had been arranged around a ‘center-point’ and 4 items or piles were in the intermediate ‘cardinal’ locations. It roughly looked like the Native American “Medicine Wheel”. Below are some examples of medicine wheels I pulled from the internet for illustration. I also did some ‘photoshopping’ of the clothing on the bed, to make it look more flat, and to bring out the pattern it resembles, because I was unable to get high enough over it, holding the camera over the bed. Am I totally off base here, in terms of the similarity? And if it was Nuttah, what is she trying to say? The meaning is open to interpretation. I mean, there must be SOME reason it was done, and some reason it was arranged in this particular fashion. And why did she choose only white shirts? If she’d wanted to illustrate something with color, because the medicine wheel colors are red, black, yellow and white, I certainly have clothes of those colors IN the closet… so what is the message here?

The rotated and manipulated (more or less flattened) picture of the laundry arranged on the bed

The rotated and manipulated picture of the laundry arranged on the bed. 

ANd a child's drawing of a "Medicine Wheel"

And a child’s drawing of a “Medicine Wheel”. Similar?

A "Mohican Nation" sample of a Medicine Wheel

A “Mohican Nation” sample of a Medicine Wheel


And another interpretation

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….


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


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


These pictures you can click for a larger version


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.”


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.


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.


February 21, 2014

Nuttah drops in and… where is she?

The night of Feb. 18th, I was on the phone with Bob during our usual nightly phone call. I’m at work, Bob is calling me from bed, where he’s about to go to sleep for the evening. Suddenly, while we’re talking, Bob comments, “Whoa, what was that?”

“What?”, I asked, “What happened?”

“Something just ‘breezed’ through here”, Bob exclaimed.

“Was it Nuttah?” I wondered. (I have missed her. She has not been around of late – we don’t have the sense of her being ‘gone’, just not around much. At least not in our dimension)

“Not sure… “, Bob said. “But I don’t think so. It felt like more of a male presence.”

Apparently, Niko noticed it too; he picked up on something in the room and was alert, looking around the room.

“Look at my bedside table.” I said to Bob. “Nuttah (her character) was on my radio. Is she still there?”

Bob tried, but couldn’t see with his bad vision and with the dim TV light of the room. My answer would have to wait until I got home. So the first thing I did was to go up to the bedroom and check my bedside table. And she was gone. Where did she go? And more importantly, why? Did it happen when Bob felt the ‘breeze-through’? Or was that not her? Bob is pretty good at picking up what type of presence is in his midst, so I assumed that what he felt that time was not Nuttah. But who was it, and when did Nuttah move ‘herself’? And where did she go? I looked in all the usual places – elsewhere in the bedroom and then down in my office space where she would often appear on my desk. She was not in any of the usual places. I started to look in some of the unusual places. Not there either. By the next morning, I was stumped, but I didn’t have time to look around as I had to be at an appointment early. I  just got dressed, took care of all the pets and left.

I find her in the closet with the pewter turtle and Bob's stone

I find her in the closet with the pewter turtle and Bob’s stone

By the morning of Feb. 20th, I had not found her and wrote this to Bob:
Where (and why) do you think Nuttah has disappeared again? I was getting some comfort out of her being there on my radio every night.

Bob wrote back to me: I don’t necessarily think she has left, I don’t have that sense. Just somewhere we haven’t seen. Look around, I think she is there.

Shortly after this, while I was getting dressed this morning, I opened the curtains of my closet. (Which I hadn’t done the prior morning when I was in a hurry) I emailed Bob:
I will send you a pic. She is on the floor of my closet with the stone and a turtle. What is the message of her being in my closet??

I couldn’t think of one. But pictured here is what I found on my closet floor. Bob wrote back to me: “On the floor of your closet!!? Only time that happened was when she was on the floor in front of the rug in our old bedroom, showing approval of the rug. Yes, I think it is a message, that is funny.”

Here, below, is the picture that Bob refers to, when Nuttah put herself on a rug we placed that day in our bedroom, after it had been in another part of the house. This picture makes me nostalgic for the many times she left me flowers and hearts. It’s been so long. Of course, it is winter…

Nuttah's little angel character seated on the "new" rug with the asters and a heart; showing her "approval"

Nuttah’s little angel character seated on the “new” rug with the asters and a heart; showing her “approval”

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.

September 21, 2013

Did “The Crowd” send away our tenant?

Around the 15th of September, after Bob’s experience with the “Crowd in the Room”, Jim, the future tenant, started moving in bins and boxes. We never saw him, he came when we were at work, but each day, Bob would go out there to empty the dehumidifier, and find more bins of things, even a piece of furniture. So Jim was serious and Jim was moving in. I think at this point, the official move-in date had already been changed from 9/1 to 9/15, but by now, it had again been readjusted to October 1st. This slow move-in process had been going on all week, and on Sept. 21st, while I was walking “Red” in a local preserve, I received this text from Bob:

“We had a minor visit, on other side… literally and … I guess literally”.

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

When I got home, he said it was the same group that had been in the apartment the last time, only this time they were all downstairs. Bob said it was Nuttah and a group of men. I went over by myself to retrieve some stuff, and did not pick up on anything, although Bob said they were all still there. At first he said he thought that the apartment sits on their land where they are right now, but later he changed that to thinking they were actually in the room. When I came into my office, as if to emphasize this and that she’d been “here”, Nuttah’s character was moved off the shelf  to my right and relocated to my desk next to my keyboard. I thought I had taken a picture of this, but I can’t find it.

Later that week, I was to get a text from Bob at work:

Bob,5:02 PM: Looks like we don’t have a tenant.

Me, 5:05 pm: Why, what happened? All his stuff gone?

Bob, 5:05 pm: Yup

The downstairs of the apartment with some of the bins and boxes. Later that week, they were gone.

The downstairs of the apartment with some of the bins and boxes. Later that week, they were gone.

And that was it. Just like that, after stuff had been piling up all week, suddenly gone. What had changed his mind? He left no note, had not called and contacted Bob. We had no idea what sent him away. Bob did text him something to find out what happened, and a day later he responded that “unfortunately I will have to stay living where I am now”. There was no real explanation, just that he wouldn’t be moving in. I wonder if we’d have heard from him if Bob hadn’t contacted him to ask. Probably not. It’s going to be a process trying to rent this place to someone. Guess you have to roll with whatever comes along with it.

I of course am wondering if there was maybe more to it. Bob had twice described a “crowd in the room”, and that was just those times, what if they were there all the time? Could Jim have picked something up and just couldn’t deal with the “hauntings”? Not that it’s haunted, but someone might perceive it that way… Or did they chase him out? Is it going to be hard to get anyone in there because of this? And what if they do move in, then what? What if we get reports of “odd events”, “things going on”… WE are kind of used to it, but a newcomer? All just things to consider with this rental. Could be interesting.

September 14, 2013

Bob enters a “crowded” room

Early September, 2013: So with the return of the missing key, our potential tenant (I’ll call him “Jim”) also resurfaced. We had given up on Jim because there had been no contact for a month or more. Not that we had people lining up to rent it, but we were considering at this point restarting the search for a new tenant. Jim said that he’d been trying to get a hold of Bob, which was semi-believable because Bob had had to switch to a new cell phone and  he lost calls, messages and information in the transfer. Typical cell phone upgrade, from what I can determine.  Jim said he still wanted to rent the place (surprise-surprise) and would begin moving things in soon.

On Friday, September 13,  Bob was home before me, and went to the apartment to empty the dehumidifier and see what else might need to be done before our tenant was to move in. Jim had said he might be moving in some stuff this weekend. Bob went upstairs to what had been our old bedroom.

When I came home, Bob told me this:

The mostly empty upstairs apartment, was filled with a crowd as Bob entered

The mostly empty upstairs apartment, was filled with a crowd as Bob entered

“I went up to our old bedroom to see what else we still had to do, and I ran into a “crowd” in the room.”

“What?”, I asked. “Who was there?”

Bob said it felt like he had entered a meeting space and he was the last one to arrive. He said it felt like he was pushing through people, and he should say “Excuse me, sorry I’m late”  as he was finding his way through the crowd. He thinks there were 8 – 9 people and Nuttah was one, all the rest were male. Don’t know how he can tell that, they are all invisible, but that’s what he “saw”. They were still there when he left the room.

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

What were they doing there? Who were they all? I asked Bob how he could tell that he was moving around people? Remember, the room is basically empty of furniture, so sound is a little echo-y.

“Well, you know how you can just tell when you’re passing people? The sounds change, you can just ‘feel’ something, even if you had your eyes closed, in a crowded room you would know if someone was right next to you.” True.

Bob and both shepherds could see the Lenape men through the windows of the apartment's lower floor

Bob and both shepherds could see the Lenape men through the windows of the apartment’s lower floor

Then later that night, when we got home from dinner, Bob took the pups out, as usual. On the way back to the deck, he described how the two shepherds rocketed around to the window of the downstairs apartment; Bob followed right behind them and came around the corner to see what they were looking at. Inside the downstairs part of the apartment, he saw the silhouettes of two native american men. Bob immediately ran in to get me to come see them, but I was upstairs out of hearing range, and it was too late (I sort of doubt that I could see them anyway, if I had made it out in time). We did go out later, and the pups seemed strangely focused on the two windows on that side, checking them out, and even looking up to the upstairs windows, which they never do. Pups are just not really trained to “look up”.

So what was going on? Were they “having a meeting”? Looking the place over? Or was it that Bob was just entering “their space, their time”, and he was “overlapping” with them? I don’t know. Bob doesn’t really try to speculate anymore. So, who knows. But I suspect that there might be some issues with a relative stranger coming into this space, from their standpoint (maybe they don’t want it). If it does happen, what is the tenant going to experience? Are they going to be “run out of here”? I suppose anything is possible.