When it comes right down to it, this is no story—it is a glimpse at life and, therefore, it never really ends. The book may stop, but this very special area of land and its phenomena remains. The nature of the activities discernible in the paranormal flap may vary from time to time and even come and go, but that is also a continuance of a kind—eternal, perhaps.
It is difficult to summarize that which we fully understand. The subject we have pursued here is far less understood them most and is therefore far more difficult to summarize in any sort of conclusive manner. Perhaps the great legacy of this material is not the answers discovered, but the indisputable questions it continues to raise and the openness of inquiry it continues to require.
Meeting and spending time with the Fillies has been a fulfilling and enriching experience for me. To spend time at a paranormal crossroad has been life altering for me. The family says—and sincerely so, I believe—that they consider me part of their family now (you see, wonders never cease!).
Throughout this investigation into the paranormal I have been privileged to meet and grow close to many fine people. In addition to the extended Fillie family, I have also grown closer to Paul, Ben, Shane, and Marc. Working together and pondering shared experiences has formed a useful, educational, fulfilling, and irrevocable bond.
This experience became my own Lindley Street. It was my firsthand junket into the realms of often indistinguishable—though clearly present—entities. It was generally a kind and comfortable encounter for me and I would like to think it was for “them” as well. I hope my depiction of them as entities presents a proper characterization that leads us away from “ghosts stalking the night” to a broader, more diverse portrait of what may lay beyond most human senses.
Having the privilege to spend hours with Shane Sirois has been an apprenticeship like no other. Shane is so far advanced in his comprehension of what is really going on that he often exposes the typical ghost hunters as stumbling amateurs.
Likewise, it has been a pleasure to work with Marc Dantonio, who has experienced so much of the paranormal and still remains comfortably skeptical and objective. His generosity of time, in the use of his drones and pointed conversations, has been both entertaining and insightful.
I am proud to call them both friends.
My hope is that this work provides the reader and student alike a rare insight into the reality of living, for five decades, at the epicenter of a paranormal flap. I make no pretense of having produced a horror story worthy of a Stephen King novel. My intention has been to present the unembellished truth as I have been able to discover, pursue, and verify it.
Even sans the horrifying demons and heart-stopping scenes from a Hollywood production, I hope it has provided a wonderful and fulfilling journey for those of you who have accompanied me through these pages and prefer a true investigation over an Amityville Horror–type production.
Before The Haunted House Diaries, I laughed, loved, and wondered in a way that I believed was imaginative and delightful—pragmatic, even. After this experience, however, I laugh deeper and love in a new and more profound way. My imagination is now freed beyond anything I had conceived of before. It is fueled by this new reality that calls out to be probed, and if not fully understood, to be appreciate more fully, and described more completely with new and more relevant theories derived from our carefully guided experiences with the paranormal—the new, less frightening, and even more fascinating paranormal. Don’t be scared. After all, nothing in the paranormal can manifest pain as debilitating and devastating as lost love.