Long ago I worked at a supposedly haunted coffee shop that used to be a morgue. I tried to ignore the knocks and footsteps of the coffee drinking specters. I doubted that the place was haunted to begin with until one Sunday I was making table clothes and looked up to a lone candle lit on the table that I was just sitting at cutting doilies for the table.
I jumped up and ran to the door crying. After all I was only 20 years old and really frightened of the paranormal. I waited until a friend came to sit with me and calm me down.
Years later I am a Paranormal Investigator and the same thing happens to me again, but this time i don’t cry about it, (as much!)
Last weekend we guided a big tour up to the third floor of the old mattress factory and we walked in a large room that has big beautiful windows. The darkness in the room was only penetrated by the outside moonlight that cast luminous rays on the furniture and the items strewn upon the tables that were precariously set across the vast room… We looked around with our EMF detectors and my video camera with infrared and saw nothing. Then we strolled out of the room and entered another area until a loud a noise brought us back to the room we just left. There on the curio crowded table was a single lit candle dancing in the night air. We stood around stunned as I taped the occurrence on my camera.
Our second tour went smoothly without the visceral feelings in my gut that tell me I am being followed by the dead. I Even asked Zac, our lead tour guide, if he assumed someone pranked us with the candle. He seemed as undecided as I was.
The third tour came and all of us tour guides felt drained from the enormous activity we had experienced from the first tour. We had voices saying “LEAVE!” and some man telling us his name was “Gabe” and so much EMF activity that we had the first tour line up against the wall with 10 on one side for”yes” and ten on the other side for “no” and the ghost was lighting up all ten on one side for “Yes” and then all the other EMF detectors for “No” when we would ask a question! Then we were locked out of our space with the lights turned on which is impossible to do unless you are a ghost…!! It was no wonder that all the guides felt craven and drained.
I never expected the finale to happen as it did.
The third tour, as I mentioned before, felt like I was walking under water with heavy anchors on my feet. I felt depressed for no reason, even though I had just been so happy and excited about the first tours activity.
When we walked up to the other room that we had seen the previous paranormal activity in, we felt a change in the atmosphere. It was now thicker and dark feeling, like the room had a black, gossamer veil wrapped over it.
We walked right back out and Zac poked his head in for a quick once over and saw that the candle that had been lit on the first tour had been relit once again! For someone to prank us they would have a one in a hundred chances to get the right candle lit again as there are so many in the room! We just stood there scratching our heads and looking wide-eyed at each other. We explained to the people on the tour that the same candle had been relit again but I doubt even they could weigh the heavy significance of it when even I could barely wrap my brian around what I witnessed.
When every one on the tour went their separate ways and drove home thinking about all the strange things they heard and saw, I was right there with them running circles in my mind trying to figure it all out. I came to some simple conclusions:
The dead need light to guide the way sometimes or they just want to tell us that we are not alone in even the darkest of times.